The bottle swung next to me.
The shivers blink and want blood...

The night ticking
and dissolved into silver dust...

My steps disappear in smog.
Chimneys of death just smoke...

The hoar-spirited bushes hide and lie...
The old glacier of the ice sky...

Everything which we have ever created
gained meaning by us...

The pine forest must
burn to the ground for new trees...

Everywhere I turn
two eyes look at me...

Give me one more chance!
I would like to dance...

The autumn flies around us.
I am a leaf in your hand...