Burning newspapers
Flying through the wood
Red colours behind your eyes
Going home with one cured leg
Only the fallen head is nice
Party in the cemetery
Dancing with a ghost
Smoking marihuana
So long till I'm lost
The voice spread her wings
Flying the loves of a day
I can read it in a cup of coffee
Don't throw the question away
Never thinking of god
Who pills the nails out of my heart
The first thing you should do
Is laughing the hole day like a hat
When I go to hell
With a rose between my lips
I know for sure
That the cake will set on fire
