River flows over asleep land
Flows, sings its frozen song
And reeds sway in winter's sun
Souls of the lived sigh for moonlight
I know the road, it's familiar like from dreams
To which I travel, and no one recognizes it
Rage, out loud and chained, waits for a chance
A burst bell, broken a long time ago
Behind the eyes, is far away like the furthest harbour
Behind the eyes, is far away like behind the clouds
Behind the eyes, is far away like the furthest harbour
Behind the eyes, is far away like the moon
Nothing sadder on these beachside cliffs
Like my lonely arguments with madness
And the years of noise, frenzy and misery
Forms of man cut from wood
Where do all words come from
From moment to moment like an endless spring
Everything returns to its beginning and explanations remain
Stiffened by cold, a snake chews on its tail
Behind the eyes, is far away like the furthest harbour
Behind the eyes, is far away like behind the clouds
Behind the eyes, is far away like the furthest harbour
Behind the eyes, is far away like behind the clouds
Behind the eyes, is far away like the furthest harbour
Behind the eyes, is far away like behind the clouds
Behind the eyes, is far away like the furthest harbour
Behind the eyes, is far away like the moon
Selfhood snaps like a dry, leafless branch
Dreams about its life and walks and walks
Clocks sleep until evening, the beach dissolves, escapes from the trees
An emotionless bird of freedom