The Soil
(a fairy-tale About a Great Inquietude)

 Where does the shadow fly that loses strength
 Where does it fly?
 Where does the eddy swirl which captures nothing
 Where does it fly?
 Where am I flying?
 
 The earth rolls over in the ground
 Hungrily swallows the roots
 Something's pushing it - something's here
 Scared by its own boundlessness
 It doesn't see into the bowels - shielded by the universe!
 
 Where does the tone fly that is suddenly cut short?
 Where does it fly?
 Where does the arrow fly that never hits home
 Where does it fly?
 Where am I flying?
 
 The earth rummages through the cards
 Blindness expires in the dark
 It has no idea what to doubt
 It doesn't know what to warn itself of
 It doesn't rise to the heights - nailed down to the fire!
 

 The earth spins around itself
 It touches all within itself
 Flint sparks in place of eyes
 There's nothing to complain about
 It does not see around itself - poured out to all sides!
 
 Locked rooms chill me in my soul
 (Earth would fly but doesn't know which way)
 
 Something within me searches like an orphan
 (Earth would fly even if it's not possible)
 
 My own palms hold me by my handle
 (Earth would fly, maybe it'll happen)
 
 What's there behind the doors? Who's looking for me?
 (Finally the earth raises itself up!)
 
 High high up in the clouds
 Above its own head earth loses itself
 Fire and universe top their temples
 The earth topless to the ground...
 The earth topless to the ground!