Besedila: Wolfsheim. Entropy.

a melting star run through my fingers
blood red furrows on the sea
was it wind that never lingers
or, was it you who nver came



standing on the store
a distant call
golden waves appear
and take me home



cover me, oh noonday sun
so my heart could carry on
a morning new is soon to come
serenity has yet begun



i am sick for i'm a sinner
all i attempt is in vain
the spring of ice is growing clearer
in silent storms of entropy



anger swept away
be firm with me
furtive entity
our time has come