In this naked light so close to madness This orgy carried to bloodshed The partisan on the rooftop The fiddler in the street A piece of drunken excess in a freezing dawn Speckled, white petals The breeze struck chill to the bone My hands numb The athlet's lotion Their rebirth in distant martyrdom Places a burden on the heart Forever urging me on In ceaseless motion Things can never emerge from words...
["Nichts...nichts kann mich von euch trennen Alles muss weitergehen Die Ewigkeit...die Ewigkeit..."] 7