Flowers must die I see when I come back From my lysergic daydream Standing in the middle Of the glass and neon forest With an unhappy name: City Flowers must die And I feel that I die too With a dusty flower I feel like an ill child From the universe A lost God in the dust of the City Flowers must die After the great asphalt kiss One of the...Learn More

In the morning When I get up I look out of my window And see the blue sky And I know: He is my own In the morning, when I get up I stand in your garden You can see me You can hear me And I say: We are all one We are all one...Learn More