Bremen [English translation]

Tea poured into a cup, sweat and lovers

And phone booths

So here we are as we were that July

The ringing still in my ears

Taxis, a kid and his ball, children

Behind the dirty glass

Their noses pressed against the windows

Of the train from Bremen

A girl in a leather jacket with her guy

One leg tossed over the other

Seems after all I’m not the person

I thought I was

Pigeons on the platform roosting

Like snowflakes on lamplight

And the clock, measuring train departures

For each equally, fairly and faithfully

Adam counts the many stars for Eve

Who slumbers until the evening morrow

The apple falls from my palm into my lap

The sky, draped in crêpe de Chine of indigo blue

Tea poured into a cup…

The Lord knows each man’s way, and slumber overtook us all, the storybook princess as well

Speak, Love, breathe your message to me on the glass

And I’ll fly like an arrow

Adam counts the many stars for Eve….