Mars, Noemi Susenbach
And silence, just like before the war
There are no speed tickets.
You don't need to wear masks either
They are supposed to be corridors in the red rock.
Ghosts with empty eyes pass through them. When the sun goes down behind the polar ice cap
They are looking for bicycles.
To get away far, far away
and sing, sing, sing!
But they don't know the notes.
So they abandon their prey and go back deep
You can see with the bare eye what is going on there.
One would like to bring order
If it wasn't for this brothel