The sun appears in the morning
It knows the keyword
The sea welcomes me
in the colors of the promised heavens
The surf is within and above me
All images are the wind
And though I cannot say it
I can nevertheless sing

Paradising all the time

In the evening a fish awaits me for dinner
and after the meal
the stars are no longer so out of the way
The night is the center of the place in which I sleep
at the end of the world
In my dreams the birds advise me
on what I can later sing

Paradising all the time

Here is always a place for you
Paradising all the time