autiweg                              Autibahn





The deepest deep of quiet silence

is going on its way along.

The dark creeps over fence

and lands, without even any song.

It will                              be still

a charmy dark                 with here

and there                        a tiny spark

from glowing lights,         that slowly darkens.

Only a star                       that pinkles there

in deepest blue                it's endless far.

Tomorrow when the dark is fading

the sun will rise from far away;

all things  will glow, yes will be glowing

new light is coming, and 'll stay.

The shadows of the night have gone

there is no shine of mourn;

it's glowing and sparkling

wherever you see,

it'll make any heart again,

happy and free.