Now, the Pact!

Of what paradise do you speak to me? O stones! We have pushed aside the curtains of yesterday the palace of paradise was in no place of the past. Look closely: it is the trace of tears, a keepsake of the past, on our cheeks. Dusty saddlebags on our shoulders now we are the wounded of war wanderers on the unknown path of the future. On the path of the future: with an unwritten pact with one another. And you! skies, you will see: brick by brick and mud brick by mud brick we build our paradise ourselves a paradise beneath whose apple tree the whisper of our love blossoms without doubt without doubt on an earth in the future...