Do you see how the boulders of our native soil,
there where the street turns towards east,
are trying, like swallows in low level flight, to escape
to the left and right from the big hole.
One who knows the german civil engineering
cannot miss the impudence of the lie tilling a cutting.
Tell me that I am wrong and I know on whose side you are.
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Hands off my paranoia,
it has always been near and dear to me.
It never abandoned me as coldly as you did.
One holds the spade and two others watch him holding it.
Why is the paper man holding his fingers that crooked
while selling me the cigarette packet.
And how many of his jokes he only does in my case.
What does he know that I don´t know
And what is handed to him to depress me each morning?
Tell me I'm mad and I swear
you get smacked
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For the postman, I don´t even answer the bell wearing my bathrobe
since I know he's spying for everybody
who want to know what in my life makes me so highly (german: dammned) pleased.
And now he's attempting the hard way
and only throws the letters,
after reading them, into the toilet.
I can proove it to you, I got them all, somewhere.
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That you of all of them are, anyway, the worst of all,
this I know even without you crying.
Your tears are once more adding true fuel to the fire of my rage.
Whoever has sent you
tell him it´s not that smart
if a civil engineering crew camouflages as if busy working.
Tell them I am nuts, but don´t say I haven't warned you (all).
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