Texty:
Probuzení Jara

In the midst of this nothing, this miss of a life Still there's this wanting just to see you go by It's almost like lovin', sad as that is May not be

And all shall fade The flowers of spring The world and all the sorrow At the heart of everything But still it stays The butterfly sings And opens purple

Come cream away the bliss Travel the world within my lips Fondle the pearl of your distant dreams Haven?t you heard the word of your body? Oh, you?re

There's a part I can't tell About the dark I know well You say, "Time for bed now, child" Mom just smiles that smile Just like she never saw me Just

{Awful sweet to be a little butterfly Just swinging over things and nothing deep inside Nothing going, going wild in you, you know You're slowing by the

You fold his hands and smooth his tie You gently lift his chin Were you really so blind And unkind to him? Can't help the itch to touch, to kiss To hold

God, I dreamed there was an Angel Who could hear me through the wall As I cried out like in Latin "This is so not life at all" ?Help me out, out of this

{Dear Herr Steephle, Moritz I've spent the entire day thinking about your note Truly it touched me, it did That you'd think of me as a friend} {Of course

Mamma who bore me Mamma who gave me Mamma, the Angels Who made me so sad Mamma who bore me Mamma who gave me No way to handle things Who made me so sad