Last night I heard someone singing
beautiful as of a bird
but although I liked this swinging
I didn't understand a word.
Tonight I heard the same singing.
I tried to listen as good as I can,
but at least, when my bells were ringing
I realized: it was just the song of a drunken man.
But I wonder how his sad song would sound
if he were sober, clear and wise
and his heart without a wound.
Would I have the same tears in my eyes?
Gefühlsduseleien
Ein Tag brachte Enttäuschungen.
Gescheiterte Versuche,
warfen kalten Schnee auf die Gedanken.
Träume sprangen aus den Wolken,
sie brachen sich beinahe das Genick,
doch sie [ ... ]
Wir sind beauftragt gar nichts zu erreichen.
Wir leben nur, damit halt Leben ist –
Wir kriechen feige, lassen uns erweichen
und sehen zu, daß man so schnell [ ... ]