No plan, no strategy
No tricks, no philosophy
No idea what happens to us
Tell me, where am I?
No idea, no mathematics
No habit and no principle
I don't know who you are and what's your name
But I want you to stay
Unannounced and unhoped-for
Undeliberate and without using one's head (the word unverkopft is a creation of Madsen, it does not exist)
No expectation, no rendezvous
And now you come
I give what I have
Paint pictures with new colors
I don't know how and I don't know why
Everything screams for a change
Everything I have
Everything I know
Up to you
Suddenly looses its sense
Unbelievable but true
Impossible but (it is) there
It obviously has to make sense
That I am here now