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To search so long and strangely find oneself all of a sudden,
Though it happens every spring - still it's a miracle.
All nights long, a white devil dances at the bottom of a glass,
At days, you wait at the old park gate.
The border of an ocean of dreams delineated by a crooked fence,
Like a maelstrom of sea foam - a street of elders,
Suddenly the silence breaks, and whoever knows will recognise at once
The funeral bells, oh well, won't come again...

Coz' she was scared of funerals
Every night they crept into her calm dreams:
A black-and-silver caravan
And needless tears
Faint trembling of chrysanths and heads
Coz' she was scared of funerals
Fear creeping on her face like a spider
When tweegy-thin,
Bad, raven horses marched
With black braids on their manes

When she arrived, they took a used car,
An old banger that still managed to pull off 100kph
The paint cracks, the doors clanking, the clutch slips - so what?
You can see the world clearer from under a roof askew.
They had travelled the map from east to west, up and down.
Every new route was already known,
And only when somewhere a black flag preceded a cross
He would take a wild turn at the first block.

Coz' she was scared of funerals
Every night they crept into her calm dreams:
A black-and-silver caravan
And needless tears
Faint trembling of chrysanths and heads
Coz' she was scared of funerals
Fear creeping on her face like a spider
When tweegy-thin
Bad, raven horses marched
With black braids on their manes

This is here, take a closer look, there's still a dent in this tree's bark
And the forest weeps with bitter resin tears.
The tyres' song was filling the air, the engine was gabbing, and the wind was laughing at the window
When he kissed her at the bottom of the night.
Their journey's end marked by ruby-stained, dirty blanket
I won't deny, he had a few drinks before.
For a moment he saw happiness, running into the car-lit night.
Tell me, is there any death more beautiful than this?

And she used to be scared of funerals
Her heart would flutter when they passed
And finally this funeral
Of them two - oh, it so good
To sleep in this silver and black.
Coz' she was scared of funerals
Fear creeping on her face like a spider
When tweegy-thin
Bad, raven horses marched
With black braids on their manes