You said that it's the end,
But I didn't believe you.
Until the pale lips
Came close to my face,
In that moment, I knew it all.
I'm running around the prairies,
I'm wondering around the mountains,
I'm searching around the bright stars.
I'm battling with winds,
I'm hiding in the forests,
I'm consorting with wanderers.
When I have, I pay for all,
When I don't, I live like before.
What is life and death?
What is fear?
There is only you.
I sleep in the trains,
I lie down together with hobos,
I cry with memories.
In some attics
I falsely fondle,
Tired others' wives
But above all are you,
You give hope and the force,
To keep searching on and on,
For home in which you abide.