Naked as an idol
Banned
I am lying under palm leaves
Buried alive
Infinite sky
Preoccupied by other things
Does one live on
After it's over
Or is there some other way of existence
Or do only invisible traces of us remain
What does one do in paradise?
White
Solitary universe
Paths are quickly overgrown
Wounds never close
Under the palm trees of Eden
Buried the utopia
The flower of the sun
Fill up with oblivion
Like honeycombs
A calvary horse
Harness the dark wheel
Spins the world's wheel again.