There is a black bird
Lonely on the roof.
There is a stone
Weighing down my heart!

There is a feeling
Cold as winter night.
There is a drop of snow
Falling softly in my mind!

There is memory
Refusing to fade;
Restless all the days,
Sleepless all the nights.

There is a far place
Where I want to go,
But there is a pride,
Which stops me from doing so...



Mnchen '79



If Only There Isn't