Let me ride your tear

over the chin to Africa

again in the lap of the lioness

where I once was at home

Between your long legs

I search for last year's snow

but there is no more snow here



Let me ride your tear

over clouds without luck

the big bird pushes his head

gently into his hideout

Between your long legs

I search for last year's sand

but there is no more snow here



Longing hides

like and insect

while asleep you don't notice

that it stings you

lucky, I will go nowhere

the finger slips to Mexico

but it sinks in the ocean

longing is so cruel