Wishes which tell me

Girls who whisper to me

Steps you really do

Words nobody finds

Senses which vanish

Give me advice

My little death

A dance which always ends

A Morning which holds you

Fire that burns out

And tears will dry

Winds they drift away

Give me advice

My little death

Searching of all days

The Sea which never turns

Eyes which grow blind

And thoughts they leave

The waiting of a coming

Give me advice

My little death

So strange this life

Motion which leads me

The lurking of my longings

Red and blue my courage

Small steps you can do

And the ground continues

To turn me around and round

Give me advice

My little death

Wishes which tell me

Girls who whisper to me

Steps you really do

Words nobody finds

Senses which vanish

Give me advice

My little death