A skeleton lies on the terrace
and I am still jealous.
Of all the stars, which are able to fall down,
they are leaving me up - alone in the sky.
Water is black.
Why am I so high?
Beautiful speechless Wrack...
There´s no difference - down or up.
Useless are both -
- Star and Wrack.
Line of stars separates them.
Until Star learns how to fall or Wrack how to fly.
Let´s wait with the skeleton on the terrace.
I would never let you cry.
I will wait longer than bones on my side.
Water is white.
And so is your heart.