So I am alone once more,
once again a lonesome
fighter,
only lonelier than before;
twosome fighting was much
brighter!
The wings of dying
butterflies
have beaten all in vain,
for no thing can make them
rise;
they'll never fly again!
But I am always positive
and never too afraid:
if butterflies shall no more
live,
I will take ants instead!
'Cause ants, too, tickle,
tackle, sting!
And ants, they come in
masses!
Amongst the blind, one-eye is
king -
and emperor with glasses!
Now: neither am I struck
blind,
nor do I have to bow.
The right one, I will surely
find;
I must just find out how!
How--dy! You feel the same?
You, too, are searching for
the flame?
Then I am sure, we're not to
blame:
It's
stupid Cupid, who can't aim!