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

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

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

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

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

Everywhere I turn
two eyes look at me...

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

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

The night ticking
and dissolved into silver dust...