don’t you rest, my soul, the weak fighter?
how long you go on? how long?
one whole day? perhaps, again a whole evening?
yet, it seems not too long, does it?
but, my dear soul, you must rest. and rest in peace!
"peace, what is it?" you pondered often...
don’t you want an answer, my soul, my dear?
don't you stop excavating, my soul, to dig through the past?
you discover each time a new substance, a new ground:
a vibrant passion - the whole story began
a passive cowalking - the story went on
a possessive lovemaking - a strange twist all of a sudden...
where is the time to rest, my soul, my friend?
new substance, new ground and...
again a new reason to loose your self...
don’t be scared of repetition, my beloved, my soul!
it will repeat. of course, it will.
this world is a repetition of the same saga
it was sung long ago, and was repeated last night
and will be repeated now, at this moment.
my dear, my soul, you must rest!
peace, an answer you are longing for, meets you in rest
don't go on but stay, my soul, stay and rest
