Counting crows on a desert hill

( Miriam Midnight ITA )

You asked me how it feels,

well, let me tell you that it feels like

counting crows on a desert hill.

One, two three

Here they come like black drops of tears

Again and again

Dancing all over my head,

drawing hypnotic circles in the air.

One, two, three

Here’s the next getting into my eyes

Entering my veins and my heart, melting into my soul,

Poisoning the one I was.

There is nothing you can do or say

And nowhere you can run when you are

All alone counting crows on a desert hill,

wondering who’ll be the next

before  night appears.

One, two, three

Here they come

And I say : Please feed, feed again ‘cause nor your skinny wings

or silvery beaks, nor your diamond claws or terrible croaks

but just her distant mermaid song

Is now all that I can fear.