Epicure

Fall

deep delight

I feel a hunter

whispers I´m Epicure

Space

high abyss

I see stair ways, where

All fool men´re flying

To be

mad

I can every day

when I´m calling their names

There

Inside myself

I wanna have the real doors

If I´m living there I am lover

Stairs to many doors

Where each man´s flying, each man´s flying

Stairs to many doors

Where each man´s flying, each man´s flying …

Truth

deep well

I wanna be filled

Thirsty don´t wanna drink

Snow

sea level

I´m seeing dream land

I´m back my Dear Sargon

Beauty

clean hands

I feel just every night

barefoot on hot stairs

Hands

big vigorous wings

I´m a fire, flame bird

flying to cool stars, wait …

Please don´t wake me up

I need the feeling

Please don´t wake me, please don´t stop me

please no no no no no no no …