3.30 [English translation]

Love me now that everyone else has gone, when the shadows creep over the floor

I'm taking off my shoes because you are a burning bush. Stop the funeral, the deceased is missing.

A crow flies over a field and doesn't cry at all.

Coffee shops are slowly opening their door.

Today someone's steel body will die in the traffic.

Do we still have beer?

Today someone's steel body will die in the traffic.

Do we still have beer?