I'm not going to stop
until I see little blue elephants in circles next to me
the walls breathe
the song stops
so that I can hear
that last one chord
The loneliness in the tunnel,
coma state,
no blessing
keeps me away from the edge
despite my short stay
in your filth .
A sensation
the soul must exist
but because it is trembling
my body is so rigid
that it cannot stand the sun
it does not dare to look at me
br/>I lower my eyes.
Another sensation
my saliva rots
I cancel my smile
I grieve my wounds,
I always need
for them to happen to me things
an'mo to live
something to live.
The little elephants
didn't go out for a walk
alone and crazy,
alone and crazy.
Sun, sun, sun...

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