I ponder and ponder and ponder on this and that
the whole day - what could happen, I lose the thread
my edge is full of sorrows of all kinds
I wonder: Was the gas tap closed tight
or am I bonkers?
I have more wrinkles on my forehead
than the birch trunk at the window
but that one's way older than me
I really rack my brain
it breaks, breaks
like a flowerpot which falls from the balcony
it breaks, breaks
I really rack my brain
it breaks, breaks
like a flowerpot which falls from the balcony
it breaks, breaks
My head's not clear at all for the present
because I contemplate what was the day before yesterday, don't distract me!
I drag my problems in loops.
maybe flashes of inspiration will arise through the friction
A bit of light into the triste.
I have more wrinkles on my forehead
than the birch trunk at the window
but that one's way older than me
I really rack my brain
it breaks, breaks
like a flowerpot which falls from the balcony
it breaks, breaks
I really rack my brain
it breaks, breaks
like a flowerpot which falls from the balcony
it breaks, breaks
... because of the pondering on the pondering,
because of the pondering on the pondering,
because of the pondering on the pondering,
because of the pondering on the pondering,
because of the pondering on the pondering ...