I only sing with a few friends
when we find ourselves at home and had drinks.
Don't think that we've forgotten you,
just last night we were talking about you.
Driving towards home you came back to mind.
In bed, I turned and said nothing.
And I thought about your voice,
so fresh and strange
that gave our group something more.
Henry is playing,
his wife is harmonizing.
John, as always, listens,
out of tune as he is.
Love songs
which are still good for the heart.
We, tired but happy.
If you close your eyes, perhaps, you too are here from there.
The other Sunday we went to the lake.
I also caught a large pike that looked like a dragon.
Then in the evening, on the train, we sang softly
that American piece that you used to sing.
Out of tune songs,
words always a little wrong.
Remember how many evenings were passed like that?
Love songs
that are still good for the heart,
let’s say, almost always,
sometimes not,
not!