radio/tape-player stands on the table,
i look on the shadow on the wall.
the shadow to me turned her back,
the shadow already isn't dancing with me.
some violins somewhere bit
into someone's thin shoulders.
this music will be eternal,
if i replace the batteries.
this music will be, will be eternal,
this music will be eternal,
if i replace the batteries,
if i replace the batteries.
i experienced time myself,
time erased and became different.
the pliant cast of the bedsheet
retained your form of heat.
but the old thermometer burst,
how wonderful, that you went away.
this music will be eternal,
if i change the batteries.
this music will be, will be eternal