Mom, there have been no pregnancies for so many years.
Mom, there is no warmth, and where are you?
You are running away from home.
You are running away like a dog.
Mom, I am having a nightmare, I'm afraid.
Mom, give me your arm, I'm begging you.
Mom, I've loved you for three years
Even though you didn't want to have me.
- Hey there beer pours into my hands
Why, why am I shaking?
I am twenty-five years old,
and life is broken like a stick.
What can I look back at, huge a black spot.
What you see in front of you is a hard, cold stone.
I felt a calling in my life
to be a priest or a soldier
and I realized that neither this nor that
had anything left to defend.
I was Faust and I was Prometheus,
I compared the dust of knowledge,< br/>with the universal dust of mystery.
And I snatched fire from the sky,
to bring it to my brothers.
Someone who was small turned out to be a worm
which shines without illuminating and burns without kindling.
And my heart, which has tapped the whole earth, is seeking c a stranger and did not find her.
Having kidnapped the doves, they poured out holy
innocent blood - a tool of humiliation,
which even sought vengeance he cannot cry out.
And when I call to battle
all the legions of the living
under the slogan who w have tower,
I then realized
in the blinding light of truth,
that deep within the protector of all life lies crime
and the last banner I must burn mine.
So now I am alive without life,
longing without longing and wandering without error.
Circle t mine, having no compass or rudder,
flows into the unknown distance.
So let the measure of my desert be filled.
Abandon this world,
whose intrigues are neither amusing nor suffering enough to keep his tears.
Shut yourself up in the beautiful
the princely grave of my ancestors.
And maybe, maybe he will discover a new world of his soul,
the premonition of which appears to me with an irresistible,
metaphysical the side of my soul
that I see in my dreams
and forget about when I'm awake.
And maybe I'll be able to visit
the other half of the moon,
eternally hidden from earthly consciousness.
It's a bright, sunny day,
but what does that mean,
my soul has its own world o,
and your own, independent darkness from the sun.
Let's go from here, because for the one
who aims a bullet at his own heart,
there is neither today nor tomorrow, neither here nor there.
Only immeasurable kingdoms of thoughts
locked in a nut shell.
Mom, I would like that praise you
But how... if I know?
Mom, I have loved you for three years.
Even though you didn't want to have me.
- Hey, here's a beer pour into your hands
Why, why do you tremble?
Mom, I drink alone, I don't know where?
I pray for all children.
For your sin.
He ran away a for the house.
I ran away like a dog.