Past the dead train of existence
Born for a journey
Always onward
Endless unbroken

Their eyes are made of buttons
Their mouths are gray as fog
They crouch on machines
Driven by the blood of their dreams

By the tracks of dust
A world of endless ruin
Amidst bustling travelers
Chattering plotting their goals

In the vast hall of life
Between crosses and screens
The hours flutter by
In darkened cracks eagles are waiting

By the tracks of dust
On the shores of empty trains
Where old years rush like echoes
By the tracks of dust

Follow us to the stars
Silent black strong
The children’s universe sparkles
In the dust of memories

Eden upon the bear's shoulders
Giggling and regal
Undiscovered by fear
Sheltered in the light of kindness

Nothing destroys this!
38 souls close by
38 years away
In a sea of sand and stones

Where a path began
For a span of time
Precisely planned
Mysterious

I don't believe in it
Tears from the balcony
These children are a curse
In the belly of the universe

I'm not afraid
Even if they laugh through their teeth
Back to the black cloud
You know where

Read the words
They dissolve in the aquarium
You best shut yo' mouth
Louis Ortgies is dead

Never played the fool
Bone-Bobby sunglasses
Lorenz shining in the West
Once he turned into a flicker

Terraces burned down
The stray dogs just watched
Uninvolved and alert
And so something vanished

In the belly of the universe
Born of children's curses
From the balcony of tears
That’s what I believe in

In the air her shape dissolves
Had she always been but a mirage

She grew with stones pressed to her brow
Beneath the blazing steppe

A crossroads of mirage and mist
Restless through both day and night

Until spirits took her in their care
To free her from her waking dreams

At the crossing of the stars
In a chamber of endless chambers

Far away from the promenade of fame
In the land of beaten strays

Old shadows new colors
Above our misunderstandings
I took on guilt
Obsessed with the land of fools

Directionless yet clearly seen
An unlocked 38
Addicted to the craving for freedom
Glued to the dust-red horizon

Hollow echoes of the past
Old shadows new colors
Everything and more I kept for us
In mornings of brooding and ember

Born corrupt
In the corner of a gleaming bar
Surrounded by roaring men
Old shadows old colors

That horizon once was me
Always searching for more and more
Addicted to the craving for love
Old shadows new colors

Down with the father
The kids are back
A lifetime lies behind them
And you’re frozen in red glass

Down with the father
Mothers have vanished
Behind a curtain of secrets
Pyramids were found

Not in the black wall safe
Not in the jaws of the grey wolf
Not in dreams anymore
Not for a long time

Did happiness ever shine in here?
The happiness we once danced for
It flickered ochre-yellow in the room
While the streets gathered dust

Pull my thoughts to the surface —
I’ll build you a land
The elders have been there for ages
Frozen in red glass

This is another time
You know
Back then they used to roar:
Down with the father!

Revenge
Perhaps a matter of habit
Somehow

Decades of repression
Bang bang done
Ashima can bear witness

She still sits by the tracks
Deep down in the station
Next to her creator

Twelve years have passed
Branko’s become an old hound
And Bappi longs for a dog

The black wall safe is empty
Completely
The pyramids are gone

The great one the healthy one—
He cursed the thieves in autumn
Once he was a thief himself

This universe is inexhaustible
It belongs to us
It never belonged to us

Oh heavens
In stillness lies kindness
The Street of Stars sparkles so

This red staircase leads the way
I will take this path now—
Without a shred of guilt