A gift for you,
I am choosing it now
in a bookshop.
Long selves.
I´m wondering
what you read.
Could these be,
maybe, adventure stories?
Full of memoirs is all
the literature shop.
Or my own verses,
will I bring them out from a drawer-bottom?
I don´t know the future,
I decorate the room with clouds,
I always try to look ahead.
It is great to be together,
when one doesn´t have to worry.
I constantly try to look ahead.
I prepare the food;
tastefully,
the table is set,
there is singing waiting
which I ordered from a conposer
so that you would finally become gentle/meek.
So that without fearing about tomorrow
I could think.
I like your
small white hands.
Around my neck
you set them
and again I get drunk
in this land of love.
I cannot do without you!
I like your eyes,
your voice,
I fall asleep thinking about you
and then you laugh for all the night
in my dream.
I don´t know the future,
I decorate the room with clouds,
I always try to look ahead.
It is great to be together,
when one doesn´t have to worry.
I constantly try to look ahead.
It is great to be together,
when one doesn´t have to worry.
Together it is always-still
Together it is always-still
Together it is always-still great to be!