The steps still beat the same rhythm
The pulse that beats the rhythm is the same
The returning echo bounces off the walls
The same melody, ready for change
Equally rhythmic in shoes are beating the floor
I'm on the walls with my fingers
Finding azimuths
I'm feeling my hand on the concrete
Following the hypsometric content
As long as I in the corridor
Sweep with your arms.
The footsteps still beat the same rhythm
The pulse of the shelf that beats the rhythm is the same
The returning echo bounces off the walls
The same melody, but ready for changes
Equal rhythm
Drops are falling behind the collar
I can feel them evaporating at this temperature
Wet clothes
I have to wash I only think about what's in front
What shimmers in front of me
And not about the fact that it's tight
And not about the fact that it's dark.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN