Nothing is as it seems
I am carried away
in the arms of Panta Rhe,
Searching in vain all day
for my beloved Dorothee.
'Heraclitus my dark friend.
when will my voyage end?'
'Follow the waters to the sea,
search the depth, where she will be!'
'Hail Zarathustra, please show the way
to my beloved Dorothee!'
'Embrace the music and rise high,
she is waiting, you should not cry.'
All still streams. Nothing is as it seems.
I kiss my love in my dreams.