While you were inside the house of the white mill I hitchhiked the world around While you were all home and church I listened to the devil's music Now they are all home, church and bicycle The thumb up is life and the devil sleeps soundly In the mill house in Bianco While you while I drink ambrosia nectar under the flag moved in the wind A bee buzzing around us seems to want to tell us something like where are the flowery meadows and the enchanted woods where the Etruscans and the Falisci are and honor the father and the Machine and type a secret word if you want to go on. In fact, it also eliminates the taste of garlic in the mouth. Your face slowly as a prayer of Grace naked in the sun covers the gaze to the horizon Little Galaxy you are Everywhere