There's the clock and here everything's upside-down
I think he can't do it but he can
Here's a carpet and there' the man
I touch everything that can be touched
The whole kitsch and we're so mundane
Actually one only needs a single scarf
I'll drop what just clings to me
I'll throw away what exerts me
That's the last evening in the world
Come to me, come over
Because every evening counts just as the last one
Come again on every evening
That's no theme park and that's not the Mars
That's just the street and that's it
There's the bird's eye perspective
And here's junk
Would you please be quiet, quiet
Here is the sea and there is the sea
I swim out and from here to there
Sometimes lied and sometimes honest
Life is life-endangering