Yes, please think about it Songtext
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At some point, Gera grows tired once again,
He lies down on the grass.
The blades sway above him—tall and golden.
Golden, because the sun is setting,
And its side casts a golden hue.
Gera lies there, gazing at the pink sky
Through the golden blades.
He lies on the ground—on living earth.
And in one of those moments they call ′at some point,'
Gera gently begins to sink downward.


He doesn′t fall, like Alice; he simply descends,
Or as if the blades around him start growing taller.
Gera sinks deeper.
You know, you can't keep doing the same thing
With great persistence and expect nothing to come out of it.
If that's how it goes, then it′s time to change course.
Just pause and do what you didn′t plan to do.
Just do it right now.
Yes—Please think about it.
Someone continues playing the piano.