In exile

In the eternal deserts

of my exile,

leave a trail,

write me a name.

 

And send it in the wind

on the wings of albatrosses,

up to the church tower,

where our time flies,

though not quite.

 

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Be with me friend,

in good times and even in bad times.

On the deathbed,

don't tell me angel,

that you are proud.

On the road, on the road,

not that I wouldn't help you.

I, a tramp on the stars,

lost, godless.

 

If you, eternity,

will be merciful to me forever

and my transformation

turns into a song ...

 

I would give you everything from my ship,

just not sail.

So welcome aboard

eternal tension.

 

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