Printed At Bismarck's Death - Frights of the retina Тексты

Watching the devil's eye
In the ocean
The roaring waters
A background of boredom
Animal lust
Of a sky-shrinking sun
And the sound of the storm
In the spitted grass
The dunes, to the dunes
Thou art banned!...
That click inside thy brain
Horses at horizon
Licking and shrinking and spitting
And spoiled!
Turn down thy head
My mouthful of sand
Wind whispers: keep the silence
Whispering...
... Silence???