Central Sun – Augenmerk & She´s excited! & Mr. Pepino

Let´s be fearless, bursting with hope and good energy so that we can make a change. We are the Central Sun. Lyrics & Translation (see below) & Vocals: https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk; Music, Production & Mixing: https://soundcloud.com/mr-pepino; Vocals & Vocal Production: She´s excited! Central sun! A retreat is propagating. The gourmet menu tastes far too good.
Does the longing forget the sunset glow and feign death?
Want to lose myself in the anxiety brain, live in enclosures, along fences and walls regretting the borders?
Who shall be secure then, who can feel secure?
The one who allows it, eats through to the rat tail and perishs friendly waving?
Gentleman's offence, posthumous message.
How many wounds must recover until it was a good life? Stop is moveable and movement goes,
feelings are earthy and thinking passes.
Does the search turn me to myself? My day wants me, I am the center of my world.
Prise the variety out of my soul and make it howl, wolfish!
Win me, day by day, and lose, but not lasting! 
I draw on unlimited resources, dismiss the fear, grow out of myself. 
I want you and I don't want you, lust for life, the full-loaded, the day souvenir. 

The lamb breaks out of the flock, the shepherd carries his lot, all becomes earth.
What flashes, and shows the way, the neon sign, the place that calls us?
The word that was in the beginning? God speaks?
How many ideals must fall for the bedstead?
Who throws the time stone? Who catches it?
I am here because it is so. And if I go, it is no other place. Solar days, solar years maybe. March on the trail of millions, cosmically on the way,
and still these traces traverse us, solar tracks, runway.
From the sun I come, the tail in me,
comet with king's load, boot that goes around the world.
Celebration mood? 
 I am the rear guard and I also was the vanguard.
Life-bubble, which turns me inside out and back,
turns me out of the boundless partnership with me
into the great vault, the storm in which you are, too.
Here we are gyrating colorful and sore towards the sun. Tambour soleil, beat me the heart tact!
And I go the way that wraps around feet and involves.
The life-pads are stained. Life does not work as I want
and no "no!" brings me off. But still: life is fun!
I pick the night dream, in wings at home!! Don't leave me, solar flock, my solar sisters and brothers of old myriads!
Who dances this run to an end? Laughter is there and music.
So, dear mountain of desire, praised my life should be! My heart is limitless, happy girl at the tree of the sun vine.
Turn my back on the looks, they might crush me.
I want to bless the ground, be at home in my wings,
hear the moor voices, understand the swamp.
I want to loosen every knot, scream the night dream into the day.
Morning luxury ; ) and inside one makes jokes.
Winds, can't you hold your fire? A little pushy. My solar day, my solar year got caught!
 March on the trail of millions, cosmically on the way,
and still these traces traverse us, solar tracks, runway.
From the sun I come, the tail in me,
comet with king's load, boot that goes around the world.
Celebration mood? Celebration mood! 
I could live my desire for freedom inside, you would not know it,
would believe me trapped in fast stream. But now I'm here, jaguar, that breaks off!
Jumping through flames to meltdown , and through! Wounds recover until it was a good life! Central sun! I am the central sun!