War

Arachnes

I'm going into this world,

I'm walking on the pain,

I'm going into this old black dream;

all the things and all the thoughts,

everything is pressing in my head

and I'm dreaming a new world

without the war...



I'm going into this world,

I'm walking on the blood,

I'm going into this old black dream;

all the time and all the space,

everything is pressing in my head

and I'm dreaming a new world

without the war...



WAR AND DEATH,

WAR AND DEATH,

AND OUR DREAMS ARE PAPER-SHEETS,

...AND OUR DREAMS ARE DREAMS.



The Big Man now is here,

and you are very good,

but your face is a fat dust-pan;

powerful man, oh powerful man,

maybe I am an old child,

because I need my rainbow and my sky!