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

My eyes see
Just funny things...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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