Christmas
I'm not waiting for anything anymore
The name of Santa was just "dad"
and he is just an ex Greek communist
a mortal
with a dream that doesn't have a cover
And the spring girl mum
who is filling herself up with an old prescription
the smells remind me of something heavy
a wound
that we just don't want to open again
Christmas
My playmobil are handicapped, and it's my fault
in the champagne there are put off fireworks
perhaps for some it's still festive
but who are they?
do they live in incubators or villages?
Christmas
And whatever I start, goes wrongly
it alwyas takes me to the nails of a cross
and sometime's it's me who nails them
on another lamb
this is the way it has always been and it will always be
Christmas
And you, what do you want from my life again?
with your deadly lamps
and your always welcome kiss
How much I hate you
you want to always stay the same and for me to change
you want me as a personal creator
don't say that I look like Donald
I am glowing
under a spotlight that's never enough
Christmas
What's my fault if when you're away, my life is thirsty
she pulls her donkey slowly
to find a night inn
which is open
or perhaps a manger to fit the void
Christmas
Without them, the year doesn't start
I am gathering shepherds, wise men from far away
I am celebrating just to exchange once and for all
Merry Christmas
without pretending anything for once