On the other side 
I opened the hand before me 
I walked across tears on which angels are nailed 
I cut down the weeping face but the spirits tried to weep again - in my breast ...and through oceans and sheeps 
I stare like a philosopher 
Constant I crawl across the mud of the aeons ice and above the nightfall there lies a symbolic hand like dewdrops on a withered leave - spirits weeps 
The sun leads your cold and dying hand to a dart and like with other tears you pull it in my heart 
Now, come closer to me, so 
I can put myself away 
What do you expect from me, while standing on my position? 
Last words - a play on tears - depature of cosmic 
God I dream your dreams - 
I breathe the different kind 
I stay on a small chair, but for you its a serpent world 
NOT FAR AW
AY Costal angels on depature not drowned 
I am afraid of the outside paradise, when watching into waters but with an astral knife 
I split my heart 
My flaming tears will be flattered - by wept spirit tears