Monologue Songtext
von Daniel Blumberg

Nothing′s of its own explanation
Is there a better description of a cube, than that of its construction?
It was a voron, and yet it is my understanding that
Any of the sides of my project survived, they remained there
Still in the city


Then the terrible recollections that happened in Europe ceased to humiliate us
I expect for them to serve instead as a political stimulus
Sparking the upheavals that so frequently occurred
Cycles of people hold

I already anticipated common rattling, anger, fear
A whole river of such frivolities may flow on them
But my buildings were divised when such erosion
Happened in the shoreline