How I wish to see you again,
Dying to know,
Who owns you now?
Like water you are,
Always taking the shape of the one,
You are with;
What is his size?
Who’s the lucky believer?
And to whom is the likeness
Reflecting inside of your eyes?
Who are you now?
Isn’t he nice?
Who are you with? A sister, a mother
Or someone, who waits on the ground?
Are you light, are you warm,
Are you bored with the one you have found?
Does he have wings?
Upon his arrival
Do you take them away and hang them
To dry by the door?
Who are you now?
Who are you for?
Who are you with? A sister, a mother
Or someone, who waits on the ground?
Are you warm, and if so,
Are you bored with the one you have found?
Does he have wings?
And am I allowed
In my recollections to remember you one final time?
Whose are you now?
Will you be mine?