Naked as an idol
Banned
I am lying under palm leaves
Buried alive
In infinite sky [?]
But I'm preoccupied
With other things
Does one live on
After it’s over
Or is there some other way of existence
Or do only invisible traces of us remain
Which even the stellar dogs
Of the celestial hunter lose
What does one do in paradise?
I want to do something
Before
I pass the white
Solitary universe
Paths are quickly overgrown
Wounds never close
I never understood
Now I'm lying under the palm trees
Of Eden
Buried the utopia [?]
The flower of the sun [?]
Fill up with oblivion
Like honeycombs
Honeycombs
Like a calvary horse
Harness the dark wheel
Spins the world's wheel again.