the better at the service nobody knows what the really is itself there are the shadow mountain underfoot the darkness in the mind in the soul the night for endless scenery Dem
Besseren
of the convertible himself from the will always new as a Phoenix by the hair from the ashes to pull we are we stay only the co-driver ailing transcendent terms and thoughts Der
Wandel
the call of nature gives us among other often shame plus a one hears in comparison who shall soon the last grass what one to indeed always knows Die
Notdurft
with black tooth out of the country fall If one dreams of the promised Land with skyscrapers its own fear the self finally can disappear in all Mit
schwarzen
the Angel changing in time whisper us no fire in our souls they dance full bellied tattooed masked in half loincloth gold dust at loggerheads shame covers dance half naked on the village Square her demeanor Die
Engel