Where the sky is burning Where the fog is lying down its wings On the brown soil Where are the reefs of the asphalt trees Like lost thought I was flying
The wooden Grief lost in silence The scream of life cold as a shudder
The acrid taste of air On the path i walk Loos'n' my own breath A fool with the tick'N' clock
Bitter sorrow made by Moonlight The guest-snake fortunate gambler