ajam lives in the steppe . he loves the rolling hills. the warm dry winds . but his wifes love touches. his heart the most . her grace surpasses even.
I can`t feel what you feel. I can't see what you see. I don't realize who you are. I don't realize what I'm supposed to be. I'm just a machinehead. without a soul.
Where's the way?. Searching in the cold. First blazing gives hold. Lets me grow, lets me breathe. I want to rise. I'm standing up. There are you - always.
Earth is given to us as a pledge. Our task is to preserve her. But we drill into her. Like a tapeworm into a dog. . The poisoning of our planet. Grows larger from day to day.
hey, human child. take a little time for me. I want to show you something. don't be afraid. open the gate. take a look into my world. take a look inside.
why do you really care. why do you really feel. why do you so. and why are you. why do you see. why do you speak. why do you hear. and why are you. this is the church of your soul.
since you've gone. I lost my hope. I miss you. I miss you. without you. existence is. pointless here. weird plans of a. omnipresent machine. the sky is black.
when I faced my ideas. I've been shocked. about the side effect. when you heard. what I planned to do. you wanted. to hold me back. but it seemed the only way to me.
Oh mein Gott. Es ist voller Sterne!. . Was wird geschehen?. Werd ich trumen?. . Ich habe Angst - Das brauchst du nicht. Wir werden zusammen sein. . Wo werden wir sein?.
Can you hear us?. Listen. . Vergiss uns nicht. . [the last sentence means "Don't forget us"].
These words are like paper ships. On the river of your attention. Sent to reach your ocean. And sink into its depths. . Its water may help to unfold them.
the sun is shining. it could be a wonderful day. the children play outside. while the birds sing in the sky. . a warm breeze moves the grass. and small feet squeeze it.
What I see is always the same. Nothing new in my eyes. No one to blame. What I feel is always the same. Nothing new in my mind. For my brain just the same.
a rotting smell all over the park. jesus is dead sky is like an ark. there are wars all over the world. millions of dead men. you just get gripes. from all these lies.
We're the children of the first-world. A livestock for consume and fuel for a machine. We think in circles directed by TV. We obey to numbers they tell us how to be.
A town - cold and dark,. nothing is real,. what do you feel,. you wanted to live forever,. and now you got it,. nightmares, agression and death.. you got what you deserved - moneyman,.
you're not born as a prisoner. it's not a job. it's a condition of people. who have a destiny. who made their lives harder. by thinking of the misery in this.
Day in and day out, you're moving. You are standing head in the clouds. Acting without emotion, you're waiting. You' re saving, holding all back. . Hating life for the weather.
There is a secret. Inside of this house with its grey walls. And black windows. . I dream myself into its green tiled halls. The power of my mind. Makes the fear dissapear.