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now I shiver in amber warm emptiness and

songs from the whales are floating through the

burning desert air

I turn around, there is nothing to see

but the mirrorlike horizon and me

I start walking, but I can not feel the ground

looking up looking down, crystal golden sand

gushing through my toes - through my toes

here I don't need my clothes

here I don't need no breath

nothing changes - nothing to prove

on this amber journey

my brain is melting

little point, little point

coming fast and straight to me

from beyond, from beyond I see:

a bizarre figure without legs

in his shining uniform

on his black old bicycle

smiling without lips

oh help me, help me, smiling man

help me escape, escape from here

from mad dreams that I fear

here I don't need my clothes

here I don't need no breath

nothing changes - nothing to prove

on this amber journey

old man's tracks dancing in the sand

circling 'round me, waving dunes

where I am - where is he gone

how tired I feel now in the heat

on this golden, on this amber journey