What was called "me"
Calls what was named "you"
To set out.
Let wolves, like hares,
Follow us with their eyes.
They remain where
It is said
"Here".
But we don't.
Do you hear, we don't.
We don't.
The moon licks,
Eyes glitter,
Stars tickle the nose,
Blood.
Away.
The air is so empty and clean,
That it crunches tantivy
Into the night.
Again, leafs and skeletons of trees:
Their rifles are loaded with ice.
Let it burn,
What they have been calling "home".
And we didn't,
Do you hear, we didn't.
And we didn't,
Do you hear, we didn't.
And we didn't,
Do you hear, we didn't.
Do you hear, we didn't,
Stars are bulletholes,
We take them with us.
Stars are bulletholes,
We will leave them here.
After all, stars are bulletholes,
We take them with us.
Stars are bulletholes,
We will leave them here.
Milky Way,
Sperm,
Spits,
Pearl,
[Nothing is] left [but] to fuck the quietness.
Only dotted lines of highways remain,
Down there, there is dust and pain.
With the speed of light — down,
With the speed of darkness —
To between.
Wind is there, where we, galloping,
Pour a ruby track.
Stars are bulletholes,
We take them with us.
Stars are bulletholes,
We will leave them here.
After all, stars are bulletholes,
We take them with us.
Stars are bulletholes,
We will leave them here.
What was called "me"
Calls what was named "you"
To set out.
Let wolves, like rabbits,
Follow us with their eyes.
They remain where
It is said
"Here".
But we don't.
Do you hear, we don't.
We don't.
And we don't.
And we don't,
Do you hear, we don't.
We don't.
We don't.
We don't.
And we don't.
Do you hear, we don't.