اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Behind my head the glass times spliting
Like the stars of night the crocks glitter
The moon holds it´s tears
On the horse of night.
Sadly i walk through
The heaps of snow, heaps of joy.
Stiff smiles of the dead fragments of time
Hitting my eyes, forcing me to laugh.
The mouth open wide, the words in the wind
Disappearing in the embrace of uunderstanding,
The moon is crying.
Sand-glass of time in the land of no one
Find the uderstanding in the waves of blindness.
In the grip of winter,
The snow-flakes searching their conscience.
I´m nobody and nobody will find it out.
In the frost of forgetingness we are searching, who we are.
We look for understanding, we don´t know,
Why we are.
We are drowning our unconcienceness
In the tears of ancient times.
We spread our arms towards
The manipulation of faith.
Sorry, i was just joking.
I´m nobody but u am looking for my way.
I don´t spread my arms towards the manipulation of faith.
I´m opening my heart and quietly listen.
