On nights where the autumn wind wails
There eyes open
Where night people chase through the heath
And dreams up to the sky...
Nearby fear where the bush asks me
Whether he could hike with me
And then very harshly and undaunted
Dances on my back
In nights where the fields waved
Lightless plant masses
From which mighty dreams flew
In shimmering lapis lazuli
And clouds that rush like warriors
And fail flaming as martyrs
And who heal the emptiness shimmeringly
To push it forward, as it were
And in nights where my dreams sing
Void of lapis lazuli
On wings of hashish gold
Oh , then eyes open there...