The longing The small circle The small circle . . . on the disc of my silence just for me . . . again and again it closes . . . turns around this feeling deep inside me . . . makes me forget the time . . . me feel this life --- the small circle . . . on the disc of my silence just for me . . . in my endless universe it turns . . . this little moment . . . which knows my name . . . for me the sugar of life snows . . . who kisses my lips with life --- The small circle . . . on the disc of my silence just for me . . . that lets me feel life Silence-- silence . . . only me with me . . . let me go on the journey . . . on my naked beauty . . . on this endless burning world . . . which is so lost in the light of longing . . . feelings chase me . . . these kisses of my unbridled Moments want me - silence . . . how my breath burns in her . . . I can feel my naked beauty in the flames of my lust . . . the fever of love is already in me . . . the tears of lostness . . . on my lips . . . fantastically beautiful - silence . . . only I with myself . . . let me spoil you
