It is over your head, I know my moon flower,
from looks, flattering, proposals, offers,
cheap conversations, but I have no time
for tactics and wrong evening topics
waiting your compound sentence “The sun is shining,
the cow is grazing in the green meadow”
the day is short – the day turns into night
Hitler would kill for compound sentence
It is hard to be a beast, even harder not to be a beast
A few bullets in the ceiling will not change anything
Fight for me, swim to the surface
be faster than time, make strict selection
play simultaneous match with your thoughts,
overcome the discontent, hide the loneliness
I like it how you stand me, uncultured, but you
will have to look for somebody with more nerves.