Behind my head the glass times spliting Like the stars of night the crocks glitter The moon holds it´s tears On the horse of night. Sadly I walk through The heaps of snow, heaps of joy. Stiff smiles of the dead fragments of time Hitting my eyes, forcing me to laugh. The mouth open wide, the words in the wind Disappearing in the embrace of uunderstanding, The moon is crying. Sand-glass of time in the land of no one Find the uderstanding in the waves of blindness. In the grip of winter, The snow-flakes searching their conscience. I´m nobody and nobody will find it out. In the frost of forgetingness we are searching, who we are. We look for understanding, we don´t know, Why we are. We are drowning our unconcienceness In the tears of ancient times. We spread our arms towards The manipulation of faith. Sorry, I was just joking. I´m nobody but u am looking for my way. I don´t spread my arms towards the manipulation of faith. I´m opening my heart and quietly listen.