The leaves dance
But there's no one to adore 'em
Cause they are busy watching the naked shows
The flowers blossom with haughtiness
But there's no one to adore 'em
Cause they are busy adoring the cute girls on the pavement
The birds sing with the melody of the wind
But there's no one to dance to the rhythm
Cause they are busy singing  the obscene
The tide brings in the treasure of love and luck
But there's no one to steal it
Cause they are busy stealing the soulless money
the meadows are waiting to be embraced
But there's no one to caress it
Cause they are busy making masked love on sheets of silk
They can't adore the nature
cause it's too busy for them...............

Lonely words cling to weak fabrics
Of shallow and wasted minds
Like the free flowing of life
From a blood stained fountain.

Temples of direction and aim
Empty their contents into the fury arms
Of helpless longing, needs, desires,
That lure the man to mankind.

“Can I help you -- Let me help you.”
He looked through me kindly, lonely
With but a fleeting fire,
Shook his head, and walked away.