A long time may pass In this eternal play of repetition A dissonant sway Tuned to the note of the terror Of coincidence
A long time may pass The concrete bodies May disperse, scatter, splinter Into a fraction of their being
Every figure cast its shade upon this earth Every moment burst out of the clock...
The tail eater turns The tail eater sprouts From within itself
One must want Nothing different Not forward, nor backward Not in all eternity Not merely to bear the necessary Still less to conceal it But to love it
Every shape and every form Every oak and every stone Shall reemerge Together To meet, attract, repulse, kiss And corrupt each other Again
A long time may pass In this eternal play of repetition A dissonant sway Tuned to the note of the terror
The tail eater turns The tail eater sprouts From within itselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
