Maria, -- You won’t have me? You won’t!
There she was. To hold her, to keep her — just as she was
half a glass of Red Sea
the gentle heart one had heard beating under one's lips
to the last blood corpuscle, to the last tear, everything
He is not at home, he has gone, he has quite gone
...she floated and she sang, she sang and floated…
tumbled into unconsciousness
Burn through my oblivion
my rainbow, give me your hand and let us be moving
I dreamed of him. this is the only way
half a glass of Red Sea
the gentle heart one had heard beating under one's lips
to the last blood corpuscle, to the last tear, everything
He is not at home, he has gone, he has quite gone
...she floated and she sang, she sang and floated…
tumbled into unconsciousness
Burn through my oblivion
my rainbow, give me your hand and let us be moving
I dreamed of him. this is the only way