She is like a red rose growing
Her eyes are two green-grey stars...

Wait,
At the other side of the moon...

My eyes see
Just funny things...

There was this guy from everywhere
Who went along the blowing bay...

Wrecked & crippled minds,
kept in great heads...

An answer is definitely deathly
The riddle dies with the answer...

Down these unknown, black lands
With Winds that flow...

It was a thin time
And a time of varying moods...

Day in dusk & sun,
slender clouds, narrow streets...

At the top of great, old stone
Beyond these concrete-colors...