(S. Weber/M. Schumpelt/J.O. Soerup)  lying in the sun's just a nice occupation  I'm lying lazily on a lown  enjoining the warmth and amazing sounds  somewhere there with sensual intention  I wish the earth would open and swallow me up  I'm getting lost in the warm, moist ground  more and more I'm sinking deeper  sun and air are far away  but there's no need for looking or breathing  more and more, I'm sinking deeper and deeper  the lark's warble, the streams babble, bees humming  a couple's chattering, all die away with every inch  no roots, no worms, no need for my clothes  and to get rid of them needs only one thought  more and more, it's getting colder  between the devil and the deep blue sea  I can no longer tarry here  I'm leaving my body, a new way to reach an unknown attraction  somewhere there in the dephts