Thoughts like pearls
Shoot through my head
As if they could never get lost
In the whining garden of lost senses
Squeezed out with a sharp scream
Still catapulted through the soul
And brought back to life like new
Mountain stream clear, the thoughts, like crystal
But through the day's valley
The water is sometimes very sad
And you can no longer see pearls on the bottom< br/>When the full moon stretches its pale light
over the roofs
Venus chases her shy promise
Through time
And our souls with great expectation
The moment the salvation through the sun
Driving towards,
My longing is transfigured
And the thoughts are lost
Under the applause of rustling forests
In the tumult of the waves
One thing never-ending source!
Text and music: joachim witt

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