DerMitDer [English translation]

One evening he just stood before the door

The sun was about to set

stood suddenly there and said nothing - no word - to me

as he would always stand there like this

I talked to him. but he didn't talk

just stood there in the backlight

At first I didn't know who he was

I didn't know, how he's called

but then i saw his instrument

One doesn't know where he comes from

and one doesn't know, what's his name

but he mostly spreads good mood

He's pretty good in what he does

One only knows him as the man with the trombone

I can't tell how much time passed by

I don't wear a watch, luckily

The sun was in America by then

but he didn't move a bit

His instrument firm in the hand

Well, it slowly wasn't that exciting anymore

I went in, closed the door

His silence echoed through the house

I looked out to him once again

He still stood there like a monument of himself

What astonishes me even nowadays

he doesn't wear a beard. but still he's tough

And now comes his part

The next day i stood up

And then I got a shock

The trombonist just disappeared

He's not the boy with the harmonica

He doesn't need a bed and no soft down

He smokes quite much and that's bad for his play

He is, what he is: the man with the trombone