The dancer dances
The dancer does not dance
People suffer
The suffering does not consider it
When she sees man, god, gnawed away by their essence
She undertakes her voyage of self discovery
You will meet suffering
You will love her
You will love her—completely wrested from innocence
She weeps
War is motionless at the heart of the battle
How indifferent he is to the waves of the sea
But his nightmare has already lasted a long time
The problem of the night remains total
How to cross it …
Calm … calm… rolling the train
As though emerging from history
A girl appears, whose eyes have been bound
To play Blindman’s Bluff
She remains—mounted in dawn
And sings perturbed Earth
The dancer dances The dancer does not dance People suffer The suffering does not consider it When she sees man, god, gnawed away by their essence She undertakes her voyage of self discovery You will meet suffering You will love her You will love her—completely wrested from innocence She weeps War is motionless at the heart of the battle How indifferent he is to the waves of the sea But his nightmare has already lasted a long time The problem of the night remains total How to cross it … Calm … calm… rolling the train As though emerging from history A girl appears, whose eyes have been bound To play Blindman’s Bluff She remains—mounted in dawn And sings perturbed Earth