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To find the many in the one He sweated under foreign skies To see the stars behind the sun So space and time were now undone Reality was undisguised We found the many in the one There is no photograph, not one That shows the mind behind the eyes He saw the stars behind the sun Not with a sword, or knife, or gun A simple picture severed ties Hе found the many in the one Light bеnds around us. So we run As gravity reclassifies The stars we saw behind the sun To see the world beyond the skies To know the mind behind the eyes To find the many in the one He showed us stars behind the sun Unfucked, or anyway retiring SongtexteIn the awkward sense. Retirement will never be an option The gruff gentleman with the cap who understands What the numbers mean Remembers a bicycle ride when he was younger The smoke of the cigarettes he does not smoke kicks at his lungs Mixing with the buzz of the booze he doesn’t ever drink A convivial pint after the ride into the country gave him such a thirst And afterwards they lay on their back in the stubble Staring up at the stars. Together. All the stars Countable as the words in a Bible Countable as the hairs on his friend’s head All accountable, and that is why they never truly touched The shadow of prison or disgrace perhaps moving between them Like the shadow of an eclipse And, in another life, at another time To see the stars behind the sun He takes his photographs Fighting the cloud cover. Becoming The thing that happened in Principe When he proved that the German was right That light had weight Half a year after the Armistice A populariser, but not courting popularity Somewhen a boy is counting stars Somewhen a man is photographing light Somewhen his finger strokes the stubble on another’s cheek And for a moment everything is relative Aus Songtexte Mania