Fresh from zones of moisture
And afterwards the meat
With spangles on my long-tailed suits
And songs to haunt the one that´s saved

Just call me Desdinova
I´m sure to be
The lucky one
When destiny assigns wisdom
Known to me
The starry wisdom

I am the one you warned me of
I am the one who´d never, never lie

The writing in the notebook
Notation from the stars
Songs by Desdinova
And frost warnings from the women´s farm
Whose agents could not ever see
His hilly eyes and too green rings
Obscured sight and fancy dreams
Holy mass, those 13 fancy dreams

I am the one you warned me of
I am the one who´d never, never lie

Eyes like bottles and hands in my hair
Bottles of blackness the blacker the spare
I´ll sit myself behind that clock
And play tunes on its belfry

Five fingers have I to play them like ten
Ten fingers have I to play them again
In decimal chains whose mimic cry
Whose notes will never, never fly
Until they quit those timely tunes
And entered that system from outside

I am the one you warned me of
I am the one who´d never, never lie