Darkness and sorrow,

leading me on a path that swallows.

Isolation and destination,

sinking into a calming trance of desolation.

Nothing and everything,

pricking lightning through my remembering.

Comfort and coldness,

filling me with a sensation of fondness.

“Like one, on a lonesome road who,

Doth walk in fear and dread,

And, having once turned round, walks on,

And turns no more his head;

Because he knows a frightful fiend

Doth close behind him tread.”

Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s Ancient Mariner

Mein Gott.

Frieden ist ein Traum

lass die Liebe herrschen.

Die Mauer hält uns fest

unsere Träume bewachen

Der sowjetische Führer

dem Osten einen Kuss geben.

Werden wir jemals frei sein?

Hilf uns bitte.

Translation:

The Berlin wall

My god.

peace is a dream

let love prevail.

The wall keeps us in

guarding our dreams.

The soviet leader

giving the east a kiss.

Will we ever be free?

Help us please.