"The light came through the window",
it was broken in the glass of water,
in the glimpse of another world,
it is for itself, like the thing...
the breake made You see,
like the cluster of Your Life
was lightened, inside the game
with theater --- it's like a bird who is trying
to fly to her nest, her home for a living...

Maybe to a new unknown name, nameless,
where nobody knows You --
where You can hide in Your hollow horrorshow...

love, it's there to give and get love,
the voice of the man is beloved,
but not there in Your room in lifetime,
it seems like that You have to find it and him.

get wiser, bloody art und true shine,
the woods are singing for You still in a chor,
in art You see the seas and hear the sounds
of Eveything, than You shape itself on a counterdesk,


The trees and Everything between the leaves
the Little Little becomes big and loving
uplightened in a leaving mind to land
in the new World.

For it, the idea itself,
love itself, it's light, it breakes to dawn,
and the night is sleeping to wake up.

The door is open but a mystery enters,
it's from the church, the spirit of someone
unknown, she died to live again in a country
where she had lived for some time.

I'm sitting on the roof, somebody died yesterday,
the old me, I guess. and I'm trying to find
me as a new One, a new, new one...
I feel love for You, do You want
to love me 'cause love it's for love itself
and for You.

And then, it got out through the window,
where the light came in, and I begged it
to come back 'cause of the endless light
which stays in my heart.