We're going out to dive into the pit Songtext
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This stuff sounds like a complete clusterfuck.
Well, up to a certain point.
Such an abundance of sounds, and they are all cacophonize.
It′s difficult for a person to digest it, of course.
I don't really know how they managed to do it.
But my brain, it feels like it′s expanding,
Relaxing, and finally the voices stop.
I'm floating along the Ucayali River.
A pink horse swims by, with a puppy sitting on its belly,
Holding a thermos and a pancake.
They notice me, and I notice them.
Hey.
Hello.
How's it going?
Good.
And we′re floating along the river.
And it′s becoming undeniably good.
Here, the world folds into such a soft substance.
We're like in a state of mind, or maybe not.
It′s hard to describe these feelings.


They overflow with tranquility, ignorance,
And some special mood.
It's like waking up to the smell of freshly baked pancakes,
Made by your mom while you were still asleep,
And there they are,
Pancakes with raspberry jam on a stool next to you,
And you′re all alone at home.
But everything seems fine. And quiet.
Gera is far from irony.
Gera craves empathy.
Gera wants to acquire a new meaning in its structure
And special function within the text.
We climb onto the bread rock.
We watch as the sun sets.
We catch the wind and bid farewell to our friends in a lifebuoy.
Further ahead, there was a huge pit of pain and mud.
Advanced monkeys were digging it.
They want to plant the wind in a well.
So far, they seem to be succeeding.
Gera has been sculpting an army all summer,
And tomorrow we're going out for a walk.
We′re going out to throw stones into the pit.
We're going out to dive into the pit.
We'll end up there one day, all of us.