A keresés eredménye oldal 2

Room

In my room there is a fly, buzzing and circling
like a propeller plane, tearing me from my dream.
In the dark room I hear it buzzing, then going silent
near to the ear I imagine it: an animal nearly as big as a raven
on the pillow next to me.
Hairy, furry, in the compound eye twinkle
the moon's shimmering light breaks, do not stay longer here in this room.
I shut it in and shut myself out. I sleep in the staircase tonight.
 
In my room behind the mirror there lives a beast,
which you don't believe because you don't see it.
But I hear it munching, murmuring sometimes
or hissing between the wall and the mirror frame,
at night it whispers my name and I do not dare
going into my room again alone.
 
In my room silence reigns violently,
emptiness builds and soon afterwards
the darkness takes shape.
Forms clouds black and heavy,
the floor becomes a sea,
a maelstrom whirls me around,
the wind gets stromger, carries me away
I have not been there since years.
 
Since then, I wander about. My room lies orphaned
and silent behind walls and in it there's probably dust
and dead leaves, because I left the window open
and in the afternoon sunlight climbs up the walls.
Then it will be twilight there in the room, then it will be night where I am as well
I hang around, stay with people and still do not belong anywhere.
It buzzes and whispers there in the room, I have my quarters here outside.
I still hear the buzzing and I took the beast with me.
 

The old pirate

With the side of the hand she smooths down the map
Smiles and drinks her bit of the schnapps
On the map a mountain, a river, a bridge
At the top on the right an arrow north-south written on it
Down jagged is the line of the coast
Her finger moves over the paper to the place.
 
Then she takes the pen, raises her voice and speaks:
Where the cross is there lies my treasure.
Where the cross is there lies my treasure.
 
An expedition from the heritages of the old ones
Starts traveling with tents and a boat
They row from the coast upcountry
Endangered by tropical heat and wilderness
Onward, may thirst torture you
And the brambles scratch your arms!
Onward, think about it, the old one said
Where the cross is there lies my treasure!
Where the cross is there lies my treasure!
 
When the companions plagued by exertions
See the frail wooden bridge after days
And then go up the slope to the forest border
At the foot of the mountain.
So far the map is right. 'There it is!', cries one
They run the last bit in a wild hounding.
And cry celebrating and jumbled:
Where the cross is there lies the treasure.
Where the cross is there lies the treasure.
 
Out with the spade! They dig and dig.
A hitting, a stabbing, a competition begins.
One already lies slain when finally in the dawn
The box becomes visible, wooden and big.
Notched into the wood you can read
Hard to decipher the following sentence:
I slayed him at dawn, may he rest in peace!
Where the cross is there lies my treasure.
Where the cross is there lies my treasure
 

The curse of the land of milk and honey

It's so boring and so empty and more or less the only country I know
It's so posh and so unbelievably little time between meals
there's big cinema
with popcorn and individually wrapped ice cream filled chocolates
everything is cream here
 
and always always always always always always just raisins
always always just raisins
That's the curse of the land of milk and honey
That's the curse of the land of milk and honey
 
One is lethargic and always weary
and hanging around
and the very hungry caterpillar
full of greed, just like us
is our heraldic animal
 
We ate ourselves into this from the start and now we are not obliged anymore
There's only the everlasting worry about the current body weight
here everyone lives with the terrible fear to lose the tax exemption of their
building society capital
that's the spoiling for choice
because of the number of possibilities
and all of that is normal
 
That's the curse of the land of milk and honey
That's the curse of the land of milk and honey
 
It's sweet and soft
It's the same everywhere
like a cotton candy foam dessert
and it could be so beautiful and worthy
if it wasn't so terribly easy to have
 
And starting with certain sums you can allow yourself everything
even a pure conscience and most can do that
it just depends on the land of milk and honey staying shut
so close the doors so that not everyone comes in here immediately
what would that lead to,
so deport, expel and we inside here
need cameras and trained guarding staff
to feel safe
and all of that is normal
 
That's the curse of the land of milk and honey
That's the curse of the land of milk and honey