Melchior:
Where I go, when i go there,
No more memory anymore -
Only men on distant ships,
The women with them, swimming with them, to shore...

Moritz:
Where I go, when I go there,
No more whispering anymore -
Only hymns upon your lips;
mystic wisdom, rising with them, to shore...

Ernst:
Touch me - just like that.
And that - oh, yeah - now, that's heaven.
Now, that I like.
God that's so nice.
Now lower down, where the figs lie...

Moritz: (Spoken)
Still, you must admit, with the two anatomies, it [bad word] is daunting.
I mean how everything might..

Melchior: (Spoken)
Measure up?

Moritz: (Spoken)
Not that I'm saying I wouldn't...I wouldn't want to not...would ever not want to...

Melchior: (Spoken)
Moritz?

Moritz: (Spoken)
I have to go.

Melchior: (Spoken)
Moritz, wait.

Otto:
Where I go when I go there,
No more shadows anymore -
Only men with golden fins;
The rythm in them, rocking with them, to shore...

Georg:
Where I go when I go there,
no more weeping anymore.
Only in and out your lips;
the broken wishes, washing with them, to shore.

All:
Touch me - all silent.
Tell me - please - all is forgiven.
Consume my wine.
Consume my mind.
I'll tell you how, how the winds sigh...

Touch me - just try it.
Now there - that's it - God - that's heaven.
Touch me.
I'll love your light.
I'll love you right...
We'll wander down, where the sins lie...

Touch me - just like that.
Now lower down, where the sins lie...

Love me - just for bit...
We'll wander down, where the winds sigh...
Where the winds sigh...
Where the winds sigh...