Wandering
The dance of the landscape
And in the clouds
The cutting
Of a billon ride with shipwrecks
Wandering
Always on the road
We are still on the way
We play the drum
We play the flute
Like water rushing from a waterfall
We are on the way
And soon
In the cradle
Another little gypsy
Who will play the piano
For the tramps
In the bistros of the moon
Somersault
Suddenly it's raining
Light everywhere
And then suddenly
We are three fabulous clowns
Doing somersaults
We swing
In the wagon
Of a train that is constantly growing
Like the universe:
High in the air
A rose of desires
Points towards new beaches
[Translation: Drifting]
Drifting
The dance of the landscape
And in the clouds
The cutout
Of a whirlwind with shipwrecks
Drifting
Always on our way
Again we're on our way
Somebody plays the drum
Somebody plays the flute
Like water leaping from a waterfall
We're on our way
And soon
In the cradle
Another little gypsy
Who will play the piano
For the hobos
In the bars on the moon
br/>Somersault
Suddenly it's raining
Light all over the place
And then all at once
We're three improbable clowns
Doing somersaults
We skim along
In the coach
Of a train that's perpetually expanding
Like the universe:
High in the air
A compass-card
Points toward new shores

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