Song Of Watering Lyrics

The sweat burns still on the forehead and the last word resounds still by the night. By dreams waked up, from the sleep of forgetting cleverly, on that morning of the realization, and vomited at the reality, the sense exists of dreams, which left this world already for a long time, as silver strips on the horizon. And only we know the way, but it is too far. The souls are for a long time erfroren in the cold weather and Trostlosigkeit of this world. Steel chain of the reality, the colors no more than only front, worn out and grey. A dungeon from concrete, which devours all feelings and which hearts with fear laehmt. But who takes up the wrong, also the love lets be into heart, fulfills it with lives, fulfills it with sense and exposes cold weather as fear. A blade of grass in the storm of the life, so fragile and hurtable. But still defiance I the wind I still live, imprisoned in the intoxication of the feelings. In the infinite beauty of the human spirit the sense is nevertheless so far, searched too much found too much, but the hands remain empty. Where the reality lives nevertheless only by the necessity. What is worth a world, in which a song does not agitate to tears, in which a poem does not cry makes? Seen to too much with only one view, too much one thought, with only one thought. And no sound one heals more our wounds, only the darkness of the night is able it to hide... And your love for me.