On the transformation day my bed becomes sky
Sunday becomes Sun
My loneliness becomes powder 
And I turn without knowing
Where this will end

I would like to be Asta Nielsen
Provoke you without saying a word
Like some who woud like to leave the screen
Waiting for the end to start
In the billboards
My name is from a silent-screen star

In the synopsis of our story
I throw myself onto glory 
Without knowing that your picture is disliked
And your name malpracticed

I would like to be a bit more subtle
In this screenplay with you
I would like to infest you with expressions
Of Asta Nielsen
To be a landmark in the screen
Until where you can see

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