Texty: ASP. Biotopia.

Everyone carries its biotope with itself around
Like an aura. apparently invisible habitat
I look, which view of the close sheet roof beschirmt,
To the border those steadily more near creeps than desert seam

So thinly and tenderly a Hautchen of weak film around us
So impenetrably nevertheless at the same time just as easily destroys
Completely equal as close we stand yourself for' n, we are nevertheless
Actually all alone in this world belongs to us

We can see ourselves and hear the voices
Everyone an isle in the endless sea
Forgot to fly and cannot not swim
The wings zerstochen, with pricks reinforced

Are a Paria
Have the highest mountain erklommen in
Biotopia
Expect that morning-red, the hope glow
But year by year
Cordially welcomes in
Biotopia
Still hold I look out and wait still
? on you

Everyone carries its biotope with itself around
Into which it wraps itself to the protection as into a coat
In my garden I hear a singing and it sound
As the air of nightingale sound is fulfilled

The molecules between us are galaxies
Insurmountably why noncommitment governs
Why, like hot we also for short time ergluh' n
Everyone in the bowl of its Seins lonely erfriert


We can see ourselves and hear the voices
Everyone an isle in the endless sea
Forgot to fly and cannot not swim
The wings zerstochen, with pricks reinforced

Are a Paria
Have the highest mountain erklommen in
Biotopia
Expect that morning-red, the hope glow
But year by year
Cordially welcomes in
Biotopia
Still hold I look out and wait still
? on you

Everyone carries its biotope with itself around
A Paradies, a strength-flowed through small spot rain forest
So easily intermediate inhumanity suffocates in the smog
We stand like stems against near-rolling bitumen

Are a Paria
Have the highest mountain erklommen in
Biotopia
Expect that morning-red, the hope glow
But year by year
Cordially welcomes in
Biotopia
Still hold I look out and wait still
? on you