Nausea
Konstantin Gropper
It was a bright and beautiful morning in spring
I just went out in the forest to collect some wood for the fire
When I stumbled upon this strangely formed root
Behind the things they sleep
But waiting beyond your god
Just to hear them breath
Records, the end
To lose it all at once
The words, the sounds
The love, the ground, they sleep
They sleep
They sleep
They sleep