Election time: there they are in beautiful dresses, the fairies with their wands aiming at my dreams Sparkling stars a beautiful world is what they wish me I get it as a gift if I want, Say it my vote makes the difference but the jester laughs and dances around the shiny dresses He points to the wands they mostly point to each other the rest is advertising paper that wraps up the problems nicely so be careful with wishes they come true the way you think half, and inconsistent with a bill for others or for later
The sun sets in our beautiful land of the sunset, let it go wrong, the voters shout let there be a power failure let the earth be torn and the dogs be barking, let the sea roar They dive and turn like a flock of starlings There is a system in it that is difficult to influence by directors, like birdwatchers they explain the omens After the great quake, countries break off and they sail away, their cape cuts through the ocean: a proud rock titan full of rabbits and settlers who hole up behind angry words because it is so complicated They want a course of their own they want a new sun The women are pregnant