Don't try to derobe me of my remaining humanity
A road of detours, giving up, going back from top to bottom, going back from you to me
It must be explained, it must be justified
When everything is learned
When everything is understood
When everything is denied
When everything is senseless, senseless
To learn too much to learn any more
To understand too much, but see nothing
If that's not the beginning of art
It's like making a mistake
It's like defending oneself
It's like spreading oneself
Don't try to derobe me of my remaining humanity A road of detours, giving up, going back from top to bottom, going back from you to me It must be explained, it must be justified When everything is learned When everything is understood When everything is denied When everything is senseless, senseless To learn too much to learn any more To understand too much, but see nothing If that's not the beginning of art It's like making a mistake It's like defending oneself It's like spreading oneself