Let me ride your tear
over the chin to Africa
again in the lap of the lioness
where I once was at home
Between your long legs
I search for last year's snow
but there is no more snow here
Let me ride your tear
over clouds without luck
the big bird pushes his head
gently into his hideout
Between your long legs
I search for last year's sand
but there is no more snow here
Longing hides
like and insect
while asleep you don't notice
that it stings you
lucky, I will go nowhere
the finger slips to Mexico
but it sinks in the ocean
longing is so cruel
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