Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Mythos lyrics

A tall hand juts in the night And it juts before the night for the night alone is yonder blueness at the endpoint of my eyes and before the blue night there slides the dive of one white dove If a white hare should slide before your eyes Over the street, beware It takes your life on over From the one scale to the other And you do not know What this all signifies.