It was cold. The cigarette fog was drowning me
I was down the whiskey glass
The world turned yellow because of that gold liquid
I was laying at the bottom, drunk, and I felt so stupid

Out of my unconsciousness I saw him approach me
The Olympic God was so close I could feel his touch
I needed more whiskey and free space on the couch
My heart starts to play faster tones
Come on, sit by me, great Apollon

The cold was gone and the Sun started to calm me
Oh, but it's not the Sun, it is whiskey that warms me more
In my heart sounds the thousands Amors choir
It sung about the beauty of his soul and fresh young spirit
And his smile and the deepest gaze, deeper than my glass with the whiskey in it

And the next glass will make even more pleasure to me
Just as ancient gods body I’ve never before seen
Both make grey life more colourful, more yellow, more green
Don’t leave, I’ll take you to my throne
Stay with me, you’re mine, Apollon.

You were just a common man.
Born from Your mother, born from the God Pan.
So full of love You were discovering the world
Finally, what You found was a cold sword
This cold weapon mirrors your own legacy:
To be a common guy without any inadequacy

But the bug, You’ve never had,
For the little time you've lived made you so very sad
Now You are lying in a warm blood lake
Innocent, different, and everybody's shaken
But You were full of life and filled with a fresh spirit
You were fond of boys and purely for that sake
Now the death comes for You, poor boy
because the Fear has the sword as its´ toy.

Requiem aeternam, dona eis domine, it‘s sung to all the dead,
but not for You my dear boy.
Why? Someone just said,
for You there is no heavenly toy…
Your only destiny is the sword
not any eternal life, nor the Lord.
Sleep my boy, yes, a lake you will bleed!
There will be no funeral for the scary freak

The parson preaches to live in love
but this love's adjusted by dread
nobody wants the different bread
it's easier to sweep your distinct crumbs off of the world
Sleep, cute boy, the rain is coming down… maybe cries the Lord

The Autumn rises up into our common days
I met You when the day good bye says
The Orion was risen up in the sky and I fell in love
        with this heavenly guy.
Then every night, every time cloudless was sky
I saw him, he was sowing in me
The seed of deepest carving.

The deepest cause in my beatest heart,
Every time more late in the night.
Close to morning was my likest sight.
Then I woke up and the dream was gone.
But no, I’m still sleeping, it was never done.

The sky vagrant guy still rises up and falls down
On the night azure and in my burning heart blown
         down by the wind of cold reason.
But I still love the strange person,
His brown eyes
Which every time to me say:
„Wake up and the dream will be gone.“
But it will be never done.

The Orion still crosses the winter sky,
Like love our soul, and I ask: Why?
I see still your fresh smile,
From time I met you – a while.
I want to wake up and still want to sleep,
With your smell in the dream which should have been gone,
But it must not be done.