…, and welfare to step in. You can do all in a hard way, or find the solutions, how the welfare is gained. I am nowadays like a fugu-fish, its womens cross, if you want a kid and from the husband a kiss. You can choose your own path, choose the love without a crack.…

…Oh, girl, we are the same We are young and lost and so afraid There's no cure for the pain No shelter from the rain All our prayers seem to fail In joy and sorrow, my home's in your arms In world so hollow It is…

…like To be In love and lonely In love and lonely Don't know what to do, my baby It's not all right This can't be the end The time to say goodbye No, I won't walk away that easy After all this time Oh, you know how it…

…we shared Your trembling paw in my hand Dreaming of that northern land Touching me with a kiss of a beast I know my dreams are made of you Of you and only for you Your ocean pulls me under Your voice tears me asunder…

…The end. The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains…

…of storytime and the river ghosts Of mermaids, of Whitman's and the Ride Raving harlequins, gigantic toys A song of me a song in need Of a courageous symphony A verse of me a verse in need Of a pure heart singing me to…

…times, under the spanish sun. When I was young and wild, and wanted only take the sun. Laying by the beach, near costa del sol highway, sitting at your new car, trying to find a way back, to the airport, after being on the beach, drinking some sangria, and having some fun, and time in the cafeterias.…

…friends, spy other peoples homes, and your families, who are interested in some violence, you all beat women, so that they look like, in banderols of the ships, where i walk over the days, you like to spend money on food, and take your space.…