[Prologue]

I had to move the tree
By only eight steps
Now it stands firm and whole
Deep in the centre of the Earth

How deep I had to dig
How much art I had to use
If I didn’t want to harm it
And spare all its roots

In this place I know
No one will steal any apples
One hundred and twenty-eight
Not a single one will be missing

[Song]

Fields of rape are all around
Time has been standing still for years
The church bell chimes at times
The garden is in colours
The sun is not too bright
Time has been standing still for years
These days are a dream of a time
That never was

Beauty is a parasite
That loves to see us suffer
And once you fall in love
What you give will grow and bloom

Following a path
Time has been standing still for years
There’s a song in the wind
From where we never were
A dot in a space of green
Time has been standing still for years
This life is a dream in a place
That never was

Beauty is a parasite
That loves to see us suffer
And once you fall in love
What you give will grow and bloom