In the glory days of K-1
nobody could touch me
Life smiled at me

I wasn't a child anymore
I learned to laugh
and I could handle everyone

The galas, watching and being watched
the tough friends, many things to do
The world was mine

The helplessness, the past
no longer mattered
I learned to laugh

     but my strength is gone
     my body often helpless again
     unease makes me drowsy

     everything comes back
     at the wrong moments
     as if it is happening now

     If I don't laugh anymore
     I am dead, or almost
     the world is almost closed

     I learned to laugh
     from loneliness, mama
     I was so alone

Are you my exercise
of feeling breath
in my body and feeling it
rise to a storm?

Am I your exercise
of listening, only
asking a question
when I dare not go on

to throw up fragments
of facts and confusion
in fits and starts
of silences

which you undergo
without comfort, without
getting closer, that close
you are already

confident
that I dare to
breathe deeply, cry
and go on

searching
in the dark
discovering
how I can?

To find your company
again, I walk
between two worlds

every day
I pass strangers
They are busy

I feel no warmth
in their breath, no warmth
in their renowned pursuits

I don't meet anyone
because here everything is
already said and done

and in the other world
where you are not
I eat and sleep

Without you, I can't stand
it there, rather I wander
through the danger

of my memories
with the enticing risk
of losing my way

It must be me
who stillborn screaming
is locked up for days
in the unreal world
of home and garden

where you set out the chairs
in the grass and the sun is shining
but not giving any warmth
in the parallel reality
of the pill under my tongue

that makes me a ghost
without a body to kill
only with detailed plans
how to do that and finally
get rid of the ghost

He hits me, and she
does not feel the pain
she prefers to side with him

I laugh about it, I know it
the ritual in which I am
just the last in line

Nobody hears it, nobody sees it
Who would help me? he doesn't
shout and he doesn't hit me that hard

Hello Earth, This Is Siera
I am a red devil
do you read me?

Come In, Future
I wish to live and be licked
please lick me dry and cool

Do It Now

I decided not to lament
over my homeland, the trees
of my youth, I don't want photos

I decided not to be angry
with my father, his rules
and the proud family who is silent

I decided to live yellow
Sun in my house, on the walls
my belly and my bare feet

I decided to dance
to be my own story
for my own eyes and ears