Here at the end of the world chained to silence and meditation
pursued by memories I'm searching for peace in vain.
Prayer, discipline,
and renunciation are the walls which should protect me.
Slowly my will commits suicide
and queen turned out to be who*e;
fate stretches out its gentle hands for me.
I would have embraced her
I would have loved her
I would have lived with this who*e if there wouldn't have come a dream over me on night like a giant black eagle.
It carried me soaring through the sky across high mountains and deep oceans and on a hill it set me free.
As far as I could see I was alone beneath the sky.
Surrounded by dark woods
mighty cascades and endless prairies I set out on my way.
I pa**ed through this magnificent land and met the Red Indians
they spoke to me:
"This land is still free of the white man and all his epedemics;
it is still free of his ambition
free of his madness
and we live here like our red fathers.
We hunt the buffalo with bow and arrow
during the summer our teepees stand near the cool woods beside the waters of the snow capped mountains.
During the winter we're moving southwards
and nature gives us all we need.
If you would like to live with us you are welcome."
I walked with them through the wide land and watched with calm mind the trees and the river
the eagle in the lightblue air
the trout in the clear water
and we were as one.
I danced in the sun
warmed myself by the fire and listened to a woman's tune.