2020.06.09.
The Couple
The carousel goes round and roundAnd I'm on it
Again and again
My, the world is fast
And I see it
Only blurred anymore.
Everything is such a rush
Nobody has leisure.
Just in the center, a couple is turning slowly.
Like in a Viennese waltz
All by themselves, so wonderful.
How everything is hurried,
A thousand coffees,
Amidst love and anger.
And in the evening, ears blow off.
Everything is such a rush
Nobody has leisure.
Just in the center, a couple is turning slowly.
Like in a Viennese waltz
All by themselves, so wonderful.
Race, race [I'm telling you,] year,
Race (you) month.
Race (you) week, away.
Before you lies what was,
Behind you that
Which you missed out on.
Everything is such a rush
Nobody has leisure.
Race, race (you) year
And oneself
Racing behind it [in vain].
Entirely greedy and soft,
And oneself
Merely drifts here and there.
Everything is such a rush
Nobody has leisure.
Only in the center, a couple is turning slowly.
Like in a Viennese waltz
All by themselves, so wonderful.