Alkave

I was never that older brother
I was never close/ I was never there
Seeing my street with your absence and without your voice
Counting the dead on the dial
And we spit out our voice
Shooting at the walls - recital
We undid the fear
Because I knew you were always here
Next to me
And a ball that I couldn't see
Crashing into suicides that I didn't find
And a light, a love, a zhe
A brother that I will always love
...To go through time again
And give my heart
...And give life a few more blows.