When all water runs down the street, gets tired of the old road and constant burning of the wheels
When it escapes your eyes, the trees and bushes will run towards you.
They will greet you
And for the first time you will hear your name.
When all bricks get smashed, a great earthquake being their savior
When all life does perish, the sun and birds will touch your skin and ears.
They will greet you
And for the first time you will breathe.
When cold gates that imprison words get broken into
When the mouth becomes the ***** and a boxcar with which all are able to burn, pieces of diamonds, little pearls, will come flying and wounding your flesh on your chest.
They will shoot you
And for the first time you will touch the void.
When air gets torn
When winds call again
When touch restores
When pathways become walked upon and not just observed from a great distance,
Then will the man be able to dance.
