Текст песни и быть может - 1831-го января

here she is
sung another song,
another slap in the abyss
Here, each of us incompetent
day by day trying to cure their disease

mold.
Weekday rusting, useless life:
emanates from it is not Broadway;
close the jaws, snakes mouth
we are all here bleem yes
we are all here bleem.

our creativity - concussion monoliths
but their Highnesses rebel - Jacobites
and we need many liters of petrol
to raise up the flag of the alleged
on that if Berlin.
but somehow misses.

invite the removal of make-up all the poets, singers
remove it from the face - and the result on the face
scoundrels know that just throw words to the wind
you my word not believe it, because I am not Max Weber
and therefore I do not understand and do not know anything about the people
but through the bush thorns I see how
Thinning pale mist
Over the abyss of death rock,
And again stand in front of me
Ages elapsed giants.
5 They call, they beckon,
Sing - and I sing them,
And, full of feelings of the living,
I never Shut
let my voice will gong
and in this infinite space
from which there is no escape
there is still a pleasant circumstance
/// I love you - it's great ///
and you will lead me, the universe, more
on the banks of the milky way I wanted
Finally, trampled sandals
and I ask from the one who sits on a pedestal

"Why should we give it all"