We Miss Freedom

As love froze in my veins,

as my fear became a delightful penance,

the world rolled onto a pedestal,

a throne that belonged to God.

 

Lord, when are you coming back

from this sightseeing tour?

We lack freedom and your body here.

Man does not want to die for love.

The youth of our dreams

interferes with the fight for the lost paradise,

it makes it impossible to talk in silence.

 

I don't want to die while the traces

that gave me insufficient dreams

are still visible on the pavement

of your heart.

In order to remember you exactly,

I invent your life to replace

the unknown and foreign.

 

I sit in the fifth corner of my head again,

separating the tears from the ashes.

Will you let me sleep peacefully?

People give each other knives

instead of hearts.