Music of force suddenly bloom with stillness,
How we sang and heard- your cycle of myths.
Every hour that passes,
You never took it. I took you
Still they break.
Only songs over you,
She sings it,
Dirt covered wine bottles,
People were laughing; I swing,
And I drink my Bootle of spirits,
A fire was burning,
Its flames burning deeply,
But I was walking into the bright blue evening,
Oh, I was walking down the dusty street,
Only for a moment whirling through running kids
Without cause or reason,
In which we find the here-and-now.
Towards the earth-body.
Sorrow against happiness,
Rapturous bliss against despair.
Shuddering wild wind against my face.