If I see a snow-white cloud,
I ask myself, what's this world about?
Red roses, standing tight,
in the darkness of the night.
A flower is like an angel-child,
beautiful, natural and wild.
But when It lie down on the ground,
thou can't hear a sound.
Look into the never-ending sky,
do thou think that this is high?
Think about the other side,
there it's definitely not so bright.
What's the life's foundation?
Is it just an imagination?
Is there something to understand?
Is there somewhere a wonderland?
Thou have to trust thy heart,
it's the only way to understand thy art.
Then thou only can gain,
because there's a world in every drop of rain.
