The Journey of the Virgin and the Gold
I immediately crunched the candyThe thousand flavors were sugarless and boringPieces illuminated by thousands of colors, still stuck to the stickI threw it in the air
A white hand caught itAnd quickly realized it was a ticket
Going to an empty amusement parkShining lights, in the circus’ cheersFeeling dizzy, the taste of cotton candyWhat time is it? It’s dark. Should we go? Whatever.
You won’t return to this town, isn’t that right?Kissing a wooden horse, only riding it, that’s fineFrom the soda, poured into the golden mugYou seem to be a little sleepy, rest on this bench
A headdress like the head of a godIt just perfectly fits the moodSearching for donkey’s ears, reaching a hand to check your headBut there weren’t any
Black eyes were staringBut not yet, stay here.
So you came to an amusement park.To your kind passion and sad loneliness,If you set fire to them, you’ll get used to eternity.A good feeling. The best. Already all of them. Too late.
You won’t return to this town, isn’t that right?Kissing a wooden horse, only riding it, that’s fineLet’s toast from the golden mugFalling asleep, if your eyes wake upYou are free