In vain they dry and disappear, the crickets, that are singing in the rain
They throw away their chrysalis and scream in the silence
On a young man, unique like a four-leafed clover surrounded by rampant herbs,
a sunray settles down
It you can't hear the soft song there, you just have to sing it by yourself, no?
A pure sun is blinding the eyes
The dark shadows sap themselves
I like this world in which nothing exists that is worth living
The bluish light that reflects on the surface of the water
A staccato on the streaming light tableaux
The flutter stretches out so that we can rest easily
The little fireflies disappear in the flood
Live is short, let our heart beats beat in the same rhythm
Together with our common designed and straight impulse
We destroy the rainbow after the tempest
If we don't have to die anymore
We'll laugh about our craziness
The flawless innocence, that is risen above flith, becomes noble
Is this a joke?
A pure sun is blinding the eyes
The dark shadows sap themselves
I like this world in which nothing exists that is worth living
Together with our common designed and straight impulse
Back to the place where our voices and our screaming hearts destroy themselves,
crickets in the rain, disappeared in the August sky, leaving behind there chrysalis.
Towards the far-off sky.