Your euthanastic inclinations increase my request And raise it upon the last reliefable level Your euthanastic inclinations are embedded in white calla And change death into a drunken end The look back will compress the giddyness With you in a mistof reminiscences 'Cause it touches the hearth more intensly Than anything else was be Days grasp in days, years grasp in years Time is elapsing, fading, get scrace!