Imagine she had a friend
An old nomad friend
Who came as she whistled
Who came with two donkeys
Who said:
Let´s head for the highlands there
Let´s leave, when the heath is grazed!
Let´s wash in the streams,
And believe you are dark,
Believe you are dark,
Believe you are dark,
Cause you´re like us.
Yet in her eyes
Mountains are walls
Flowers on porcelain
Grass – velvet rugs
Trees turn to witches
Sheep to a mountain range:
Everything, believe me,
Every, every, every, everthing
– is something else!
Is something – else!
Imagine, her friend was alarmed
Her old nomad friend
Who came as she whistled
Who came with two donkeys
He said:
I fear, you are ill my dear
Dazed by nature, you fool!
But this goddess is cruel:
Lamed my hand –
Crushed my foot –
Is brutal and cruel
Trust one like us!
Yet in her eyes
Mountains are walls
And flowers on porcelain
Grass – velvet rugs
Trees turn to witches
Sheep to a mountain range
Everything, believe me,
Every, every, every, everything
– is something else!
Is something –
“Listen girl,
You think, your family´s old?
Have you never been told:
We have always been here
Being constantly clear
About the difference between
Life and a fictional scene?”
Yet in her eyes
Mountains are walls
Flowers on porcelain
Grass – velvet rugs
Trees turn to witches
Sheep to a mountain range:
Everything, believe me,
Every, every, every, every
thing – is something else!
Is something….
Everything, believe me,
Every, every, every, everything
– is something else!
Is something – else.
