02.11.2020
Drinking Up The Sea
At the time when you coulddrink up the whole sea for free
I tried everything to believe that
and drank it all without even trying
At the age of unripe apples
you're ready for everything,
but that age doesn't last more
than dreams or faith.
Drinking up the sea is a feat
never of any consequence.
Many have done it long before me,
and much faster than you'd think.
I drank it often myself,
without any thirst, I swear,
only to swim against the flow
or make my mouth purer.
I went sightseeing on that sea,
it has an exquisite landscape,
it's nearly hardly believable.
I though I owned the whole place.
Faces from my youth
merrily frolicked there.
I could make out a few weaknesses
and most of my torments.
It's a strange and beautiful sea,
truth be told, and all the oaths
a few beauties pledged to me
saw their endgame there.
For all games in this world
are bound to end one day.
The little mystery left
is all too easily foiled.
That sea belongs to another era,
we know we won't go back there again.
We lost the faces which were
buried in the lost paradise.
Our memory goes out so fast,
and the secrets from our twenties
have drowned in the drinkable sea.
How could I still be happy?
At the time when you could
drink up the whole sea for free
I tried everything to believe that
and drank it all without even trying
At the age of unripe apples
you're ready for everything,
but that age doesn't last more
than dreams or faith.
(choir)
The drinkable sea is alive
deep down the memory.
From storm to strom
it rushes back to the head.
It's alive, the drinkable sea.