Kilja is my bird, she cannot sing  Chemistry has boiled her strings  She said: "Built your hut on my wing"    Kilja is the bird who 'catch my fall  from a bridge with suicide toll  Now I try to wake her bride call    Quiet waves my window sill  Real is the miracle  And the virgin lust of my new born trust  can excite us like a double moon in love    Kilja writes a poem line in the sand  'bout a norwegian fjord shore bend  where a filter breaks the sunstand  Secrets in your ever changing suit  makes my voice to your substitute  'cause I know Kilja means the "Featherflute"    Quiet waves my window sill  Real is the miracle  And the virgin lust of my new born trust  can excite us delight us like a cannon of the winds    Quiet waves my window sill  Real is the miracle  And the virgin lust of my new born trust  can excite us and delight us  Sometimes I wish to fall your cure,   then it's jealousy what rules  'cause your bride call  would pull a charming bird into your urge