I come from where black birds sing
And where a man is dragged even at a party
The tongue only gets offered to frozen iron
After which we talk about love
That's how the half-moon protects its half-walkers
How a dashed line is knit together
That's how the half-moon protects its half-walkers
Wild strawberries on the brim
I come from where it rains boulders
Every time the pockets of the earth are ripped
Pitch tastes like pitch, and when you tie your shoelaces, the steps are stable, although they get broken
That's how the half moon protects its half-walkers
How a dashed line is knit together
That's how the half moon protects its half-walkers
Wild strawberries on the brim
I slept for too long
Why couldn't you wake me up?
I come from where few dare to sing
Even the view mocked as grey
But one does not stink of sweat when a tie gets fitted on the neck
Before stepping on the track
That's how the half moon protects its half-walkers
How a dashed line is knit together
That's how the half moon protects its half-walkers
Wild strawberries on the brim
Half-walkers