Texty: Lpetz. Other. No, Martina.

Fair maids maying
in a garden green
in deep dells straying 'what end had been?'
two mays between
flowers that shone
and your own sweet queen dead and gone
grave priests are praying
in duly and teens
from cells decaying 'what have you seen?'
the proud and the mean
the judas' joke
the foul and the clean are dead and gone
spy kings [are]
arraying
loud wars to win of you're man-slave
'what gain you glean?'
they're fierce and keen
but they fall anonym on sword that lean
grave priests praying
in duly and teens
from cells decaying 'what have you seen?'
they're dead and gone
the mad's world scene
we're drifting on this tune, but I win!
oh, my god! my obsession
on my soul's satisfaction
oh my mind! bad direction!
look into my mind, my ermetic mind!
still on his way the tinker went
but here and there a soul he mends
though jobs be far between and few
and makes it look as good as new
I say:
oh my god! my obsession!
on my soul's satisfaction
oh my mind! bad direction!
look for my mind and look into my mind!