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Poles
20:37
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People come into the world from me
They leave through me blessed
Two poles blaze or go out
To see it differently every day
I search time for loneliness
To love the black time
Silence of night, flickering shadows
And to curse god's eyes around
That they can see me in my pleasure
After an empty day that hurts
To be treated without God's help
But I gain strength in a purest ecstasy
When silence breaks shadows
It brings me a painful humiliation
All of my days
Inclined plane
All of my notions
Like a leaden ball
Peace of my soul
Sagged branch
Stride of time
Unspeakable river
Sprouts of flavour
Tied in a knot
All of my steps
As fragile as porcelain
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Die schwarze Sonne
19:49
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Sonne, gib mir das Licht
Zeig mir das Land der Träume
Wach auf, wach auf
Wo gehst du hin
Wo kommst du hier
Ist die wirklichkeit ein Traum
Wach auf, wach auf
Der Schmerz ist groß
Ich fühl mich klein
Der Sinn ist leer
Wach auf, wach auf
Flammen auf dem Weg zum Licht
Zeihen mir den Weg
Flammen brennen in dem Herz
Flammen
Wir sind die Arbeiter der glühenden Feueresse
Unser Geist in Dämmerung versinkt
Und wenn die Schatten aus den Tiefen auferstehen
Gehen wir langsam Schritt auf Schritt durch das Moos
Wir sehnen uns Tag und Nacht
Ohne Schlafen zu gehen bis uns der Schlummer besiegt
Dann legen wir uns zu den Baumwurzeln nieder, in den Moos
Wir kommen zum Land wo sich der undurchlässlige Wald lichtet
Und der Morgen ohne Rot zu werden, begrüßt uns jeden Tag
Die Ammen und Dienstmädchen in den Steinhütten machen die
Fensterläden und Vorhänge auf und ihre blassen Hände, blasse Haut
Kühl und rein, wie fallender Schnee
Ungepflegte Gärten, verschimmelt, bemoost
Uns' Kinder und Jugend wird dort nicht Groß
wo der Rauchfang raucht und
der Ofen brennt muß Fleisch, Essen, Wasser sein
Hab' keinen Mut zu beten
Das Gefühl, die Verabschiedung, der Käfig
Das Grab ist noch frisch
Begrab meinen Schmerz
Den Schmerz ohne Sinn
Ohne sinn, ohne sinn
Begrab den Schmerz
Die schwarze Sonne brennt im Herz
Wiedergeboren
Gib mir das goldene Glühen
Der roten Sonne
Sie scheint in mein Herz, so warm in mein Herz
Die kälte der schwarzen
Sonne hält mich gefangen in Agonie
Schwer wiegt die Schuld, schwer wiegt die Schuld
Generationen gefesselt
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3. |
Postvorta
11:06
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The rock
Mansion is bound to the ground
It bows down to winter
Opens the door to assailedness
Freezing it leaves in the eve
Head left lying at the pool
The sky does not wait long
The sun escaping still deeper
No one is ever held by faith
May the possessed not overturn it
Where the sun does not shine
The figure is different
Where beast does not tread
Man is powerless
I sealed the contours
So weary the soul
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In those days that crumpedly
Unwind at railway tracks
There's no spirit, no joy
Snows thaw on mountain edges
Black trees left to wander
Under the stars
Like a body hanging from a guitar
Snowdrops shall rise from earthly clod
They gather nothing from my life
Know nothing of its' meaning
Never in March nor in April
When blackest snow melts in towns
It dyes its' hateful mouth yet again
There I reread old letters
And clothe in grey wool
I used to accompany her
Those letters are closed today
Between thick walls of cabinets
Between torn bibles
Bathed in tears of rain
Prophets from Rembrandt's black prints
A light around the body
People fare to church at night
They are all but snow to me
A memory complete
Once sledding with my family
And in the heart as red as sunrise
A burnt wooden cross tumbles
It screams at the horizon
Night vanishes
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