Scrawl, tickle, feather
Does water really matter to everyone?
Who wants to think when he thinks,
Back to youth?
Is the far distance smaller,
And do you really not see it?
And if you just stand still,
Then will you find happiness?
Are all men pigs,
All women not?
Are all men equal,
And is that already intolerant?
Are we alone in the universe?
Can one manage without money?
Where does it still exist,
The new unknown land?
Thousands of questions,
Thousands and thousands of questions
are buzzing around my head.
All the obscene questions,
Thousands and thousands of questions
confuse me and become more instead of fewer!
More and more
and everything revolves around in a circle,
Ever faster, more and more,
Because I really do not know anything.
Does love conquer all,
In every single case?
Where can one still find
A really good, true heart?
Say, am I really your master?
Is there a God, if so,
what is his name?
Is there a great plan,
Is everything just a bad joke?
Are the poor spiritually blessed,
And when I'm dead, do I fail?
And if anyone actually leaves us,
where does he go?
Is there free will?
How long should one breast-feed?
Does that connection make any
meaningful sense?
Thousands of questions,
Thousands and thousands of questions
are buzzing around my head.
All the obscene questions,
Thousands and thousands of questions
confuse me and become more instead of fewer!
More and more
and everything revolves around in a circle,
Ever faster, more and more,
Because I really do not know anything.
Does fate decide my course?
Do I buy anything,
even though the best things are free?
Is honesty the best policy?
How do you create indispensability?
And why is Lady Justice no longer blind?
Why do you lag behind,
As if the day was the last?
Murdered "Carpe diem" next Friday?
Does one end up with nothing,
If one suffered from sickness in life,
Because the essential is always
in the distant future?
Is it true love at last,
Do you directly reciprocate?
And is music a
Universal language?
Is it becoming rarely beautifully sung?
Who speaks in foreign tongues?
Is exotic sex more intense than conventional?
Will everything on me get saggy?
Is magic only metaphor?
Is sealant automatically
Always also a concentrate?
How innocent are you,
How guilty are butterflies,
When a whirlwind
Has devastated the country?
Thousands of questions,
Thousands and thousands of questions
are buzzing around my head.
All the obscene questions,
Thousands and thousands of questions
confuse me and become more instead of fewer!
More and more
and everything revolves around in a circle,
Ever faster, more and more,
Because I really do not know anything.