There are so many cute people in this world,
As I've seen or as I've been told,
That at least one of them should be me.

You know, bad things happen.
Just don't be one of them.

My soul doesn't build any buildings,
No mistery would be hidden in that,
Lonely scaffolds in endless swamps are rather my soul's biddings.

I need somebody on my side -
In my life, in my bed,
In my heart and my head.

March is a month of waiting
For something after March.

Believe in the best in you,
The best in you will take care of you,
Even if you do not want to.

You see,
It's not visible.

An eerie road has come to a stop,
And at the end of the stop
Is standing a mob, in masks, and barring the road in town,
I hope, that masks are only because of the local lockdown.

I am still here,
It's somehow disturbing,
Even for me.

Calm down, sit down,
But don't be down,
And the things will look up.

Don't let angels get too human. That would make them happy and then it would **** them.

but, you know,
whatever it is,
it's still there,
it's always there.

A new blossom
Of an old soul
Is evergreen.

I found you alone, on a bench in a park,
Your eyes were not sad, they moved,
So I sat down and looked where you were looking,
And I saw movements, I saw colours,
I felt the time slowing to a stop,
I breathed out and closed my eyes,
For this moment I thank you.

Mysterious travellers are crossing my mind,
Looking for something of value to find.

Chickens are running,
Pigs are flying,
Skies are looking and laughing.

"I love you, but"
Is like "I don't love you",
Much better is
"I love but you".

There are good days
And there are bad...
Well, years.

I like words,
Words are nice,
But there is a price,
For too many words.

I left this behind,
I never looked back,
Going in the circles.

It's difficult to be back,
If you never have been away.
So, just stay.

A far cry
Is still there,
It's in my ear,
Unable to fly.

Where I come from,
It was going nowhere,
So I'm not going back.

Rain is happening to this town,
Supermarkets are wet from inside,
Buses are floating through the crossroads.

No, seriously, tell me, come on,
What are we supposed to do
After being born?

There's nothing from yesterday left,
And today's by no means a theft,
As there's nothing from yesterday left.

I know, when I'm sober and lucid,
That my life isn't about something,
But about not doing anything stupid.

And that the end of the tunnel is waiting for me, as I'm getting on the nerves of the tunnel.

melancholy
is the world's biggest power,
being itself powerless.

The sky is blue or dark,
The fish is shark or probably not shark,
But you still have to leave your mark.

The dust will settle,
The rain will fall,
I will understand.

On this world,
There was only one possible picture
For each wall.

I will love you untill I'll forget,
How to love you more,
But it won't happen.

I want to be with you,
Being me,
And you being happy.

You know, right,
That in order to go up,
You have first
To calm down?

I understand that leaves will fall,
And nothing will be there for a moment,
Or so I'm told.

When I close my eyes,
I see myself with the closed eyes.
It's somehow defying the purpose.

Night and day,
You both stay away
From my dusks and dawns.

I can tell,
That you're like a spell
Only I spell properly.

I am terrified, all right?
Coul you please be, too, terrified?

The strangest things can happen,
And then unhappen,
On Earth and even in Heaven,
In Christmas time.

Sometimes, even an ocean might shrink for you,
But then you'll have a tsunami.

Despite all this pain
I managed
To have a funny and decent breakfast.

I have a deep understanding of my shallowness,
I have an inarticulated desire to express myself.

It's funny to discover sometimes, that I still have feelings - different ones, by that. I mean, not reactions, but feelings. They are not from here, not from this level of reality, where myself isn't quite at home. Thus I am pulled towards their point of origin, probably my soul.

I have an aliby. I was in the garden in this moment, so I couldn't have been the killer. What, the victim was in the garden, too? And what aliby does have the victim, now?

I'm sad,
You are sad,
We are sad,
The rhyme is "sad",
Too.

To be drunk,
To be really drunk,
You have to be inwardly ready.

We know a little, before the begin of the play,
Our hidden secrets will be ours, till the end to stay,
The plot is twisted, the future lies straightaway.

A gentleman went to his club,
Had a coffee, read a newspaper, asked for a cigar,
Thinking about this world, that is so tough.

I love you,
Everything else is a bit hazy.