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On the edge of all understanding of reality
Memories of the past bother your soul.
You fall through. Is it reality?
Pain. Run a needle into your finger. It is reality!
Careworn in own running present behind
all time directions.
It was at that time, somewhere,
now behind endless horizons of own memory.
You went to the flow of human society.
The truth is quite destroing you.
You are following it, you want to get over it. No Time.
It's where blue and green mists surround zour soul
They will make you hide your mistery.
Sad dreams fly away, you're standing there
following it up into infinity.
Maybe due to the reason of loneliness, help, message
you went to the flow of human society.
You are following it. You want to get over it. No Time.
Don't remember what it was you realize.
Don't remember where it was you realize.
Don't remember when it was you realize.
When I die...
What is gonna happen with me when I fall.
I'm screaming with passion,
I'm smiling over death,
I'm walking in outer ocean,
I'm walking in evening pool.
All is shinning around me.
I love everything around me.
The touch of the sunset and fresh air
give me the shivers down my spine.
Ecstasy of the space I find in.
I'm following the star advice
the star of power and liberty.
Take the air, fly above and go with me.
I'm flying above the scenery of sorrow and pain
and above the valley and woods above the craters
to the clouds high above and their splendour
as far as the sun above the space
beyond the dike of aether
where the utmost of the days and star spheres end.
My heart is aching...
I'm falling down into deep emotions
you brought me in your hand
something that couldn't bear nobody else but you.
So strong the wind is blowing
to us I'm afraid of this gift.
Beneath us the green field is dying
the wind took you away from me.
Why are your tears are
changing in the crystal ice?
I see the glitter in your eyes
and I feel just cold.
Into the sea I want! Into the sea!
I want to merge with the sea,
with this stormy azure space!
Into the sea I want! Into the sea!
And ships float.
They flow to shoreless horizons.
Their white sails blow with sorrow.
Let my life be severed
like a suddenly dissappearing sail.
Should the death come,
let her come.
Let me shine like the flesh of light
above the stormy space!
Let me merge as a sail
with the blue horizons!
Into the sea I want! Into the sea!