Melchior: Where I go, when i go there, No more memory anymore - Only men on distant ships, The women with them, swimming with them, to shore...
Moritz: Where I go, when I go there, No more whispering anymore - Only hymns upon your lips; A mystic wisdom, rising with them, to shore...
Ernst: Touch me - just like that. And that - oh, yeah - now, that's heaven. Now, that I like. God that's so nice. Now lower down, where the figs lie...
Moritz: (Spoken) Still, you must admit, with the two anatomies, it truly is daunting. I mean how everything might..
Melchior: (Spoken) Measure up?
Moritz: (Spoken) Not that I'm saying I wouldn't...I wouldn't want to not...would ever not want to...
Melchior: (Spoken) Moritz?
Moritz: (Spoken) I have to go.
Melchior: (Spoken) Moritz, wait.
Otto: Where I go when I go there, No more shadows anymore - Only men with golden fins; The rythm in them, rocking with them, to shore...
Georg: Where I go when I go there, no more weeping anymore. Only in and out your lips; the broken wishes, washing with them, to shore.
All: Touch me - all silent. Tell me - please - all is forgiven. Consume my wine. Consume my mind. I'll tell you how, how the winds sigh...
Touch me - just try it. Now there - that's it - God - that's heaven. Touch me. I'll love your light. I'll love you right... We'll wander down, where the sins lie...
Touch me - just like that. Now lower down, where the sins lie...
Love me - just for bit... We'll wander down, where the winds sigh... Where the winds sigh... Where the winds sigh...