The 3rd and the Mortal
            Nightswan

1.	Neurosis

I stand above myself
Left to a crumbling reality.
I watch the panorama, views.
So fright and hide and hide, this evil force
Leads me to the other mind.
New rose, new rose.

Rise, manic depths of depressors.

It decides for us as the lights sway
In this world of desertion.

Feel no regret in this pit of oblivion.
Don't let a trace stay in my mind.


2.	From the Depth of Memories

They never told me why
I had to stay in the yellow house
Beside the edge of the world
Where the weather had no colours.
White fog slept in the deep frowns
Of the landscape.

And then the sun showed up
On my father's painting.
We walked over a bridge
Into a forest
Searched to find seldom flowers.


3.	The Meadow

In a meadow I have vanished
Between ox-eye daisies
And the organ peel of grasshoppers
Sounds that embrace me
The wind chases the fragrance of honey.

My eyes half open
I breathe in the blue colour above me
Clouds floating, chasing the yellow globe flower
To the beat of my, of my pulse.

Shall I ever rise up
Make a detachment
So that the twigs break
And the growing stalks get pulled up by the roots.

The strength, the strength of this moment is like morning dew
Drops that fills green veins like crystal clear blood
And awake... all they who slept in the meadow tonight
This cold night.


4.	Vavonia (Part I)

instrumental