That was the end br of the eleventh month, br wild geese br going south. br br You looked up br to the sky br and said: br If I had wings, br I would explore br new territories, br too. br br I would settle br on a beach. br Perhaps, br I could forget br these city walls, br these people. br br I just asked you br one question: br Why are we br so unhappy? br br If she had died br one month later, br she would have seen br snow br in our garden. br br We kept talking br When the dark angels br Who took her, br took away br the sunshine. br br That was br the end of it br Wild geese br going south.