Paul Celan - Summer Report lyrics
No longer crossed, the carpet of thyme is bypa**ed instead. A blank line beaten through the heather. No windfall in the storm swath. Encounters once again with scattered words, like riprap, scrubgra**, time.
No longer crossed, the carpet of thyme is bypa**ed instead. A blank line beaten through the heather. No windfall in the storm swath. Encounters once again with scattered words, like riprap, scrubgra**, time.