Little Death

Wishes which tell me, girls who whisper to me

Steps you really do, words nobody finds



Senses which vanish, give me advice, my little death



A dance which always ends, a Morning which holds you

Fire that burns out and tears will dry



Winds they drift away, give me advice, my little death



Searching of all days, the Sea which never turns

Eyes which grow blind and thoughts they leave



The waiting of a coming, give me advice, my little death



So strange this life, motion which leads me

The lurking of my longings, red and blue my courage

Small steps you can do and the ground continues

To turn me around and round



Give me advice, my little death



Wishes which tell me, girls who whisper to me

Steps you really do, words nobody finds



Senses which vanish, give me advice, my little death.