Begin again, summon the hearers
Every town is my home town
I shall walk through frost and fire
No, forgive me
If you did not exist
I am sick, I am sick
The chair is empty
It is late afternoon, the light is weak
The stink of fox
This is what we see, that is what you feel
Notes in Latin
Nothing is lost but much is missing
Like a hungry bear in bushes
Now he is free of the earth
Drag him into the sun and let him sleep
Looking at my father's face
Mother, how long have you been watching?
You may promise anything
As far as I know I am not dead.
The light upon the wheat
Who can remember Arram?
This is where I fell
Then a formal feeling comes