Artista: Three Fish
  Canción: Song For A Dead Girl

And sat on beaches where children play
The mountain sky as long as day
and spied on people's timid dreams
and countless sands and endless schemes

Crystal bead-words in your eyes
How the deads' words made you high
In perfumed plains your seabird flies
But you and I, we'll make great friends

In distant messages I've read
In travelling bands and stranger's beds
A butterfly flies so amused
Alights from her hair in crimson hues

A psychadelic electric rain
It gently falls through her brain
Young flower nightfall closed her hands
Her tripper ship, it touched the sand

But in the forest
Twisted in colours
Tossed in the mirrors
In leaping laughter
I need a miracle...