Seek in yourself the voice that you can’t hear

Swallow the universe if you just don’t get it

Low houses with leaking, weeping

rooves of rain, of hailstones by now gone

Scent of the earth, and leaves, and puddles

and sinister landscapes of snow-white marble.

Seek in yourself the voice that you can’t hear.

Swallow the universe if you just don’t get it

Worms that lie beneath the muddy bed

rats that swim in streams of steel

Smoke of fog, speeding cars

that quickly graze on asphalt tagliatelle

Seek in yourself the voice that you can’t hear.

Swallow the universe if you just don’t get it

Chalky shadows take their tired steps

Shaking low their cone-shaped heads

Slanty ghosts printed on the wall

recall flights and Frisian horses

The darkness starts to reflect your mind

while everything turns bubbly and green