The blue eyes full of hues and sunshine the sad mouth full of longin'n'desires

the puppets of the characters took out of fables they are making endless seas

The eye, nothing but a soulless shape

when the world and the universe are lying open

the night and black the opposition for day and white good and evil

thousands of colours like the sounds are flying up to the drew out hands

The dream, the spasm, the desire eternal target, motivation for a life

the black of curtain ending the play the weight of dead man eye-lids

limits of existence and perfection where the truth, where the flowers

where is the smell of thousands of flowers paradise

The landscape of paradise the landscape of life the landscape of sadness