Looch needs a nooseDear Ed, this Donald cameWhen late at nightHe calls you EulenHe lures you deep into the nightInto your soulOh, your secretLike a sourceThat guards your longingFrom early childhood days a shadow remainedStill a night backA storm fire burns like a waveAgain and again into youYou want to flyTo the rainbowAnd always listenTo this magical lightYou want to flyTo the rainbowAnd always listenTo this magical lightI want to give you the rainbowAnd your longingFlies a bit aheadFrom early childhood days a shadow remainedStill a night backA storm fire burns like a waveAgain and again into youThe light at nightComes like a fogAnd your secretFlies a bit aheadThat guards your longingThat guards your soulThat guards your soulThat guards your soulThat guards your soulThank you!Danke Berlin!Thank you!