There is something, I want to say to you
I hope you are listening.
If you open both ears,
then perhaps you will understand.
It is hard to be honorable,
When the dreams go away.
One must know what one is wishing for,
to get when one wants to have.
But now you stand like hucksters
at Verona's vegetable market
and pretend to sell your wares
from a flat willow basket.
And you are negotiating your offers
and you know your price
that how even the customer is humiliated,
the store is never a deal.
Yes, it is hard to be sick,
when the medicine is done.
You know it well..
But if there is no help,
for one to cure oneself
in order to come out.
You say that you love animals,
because they are exactly like children.
and then you shriek hysterically
when we send you a vulture.
And you say that you love us
and you will heal the world's distress.
But you give your love somehow when
you give a poor old one bread.
Yes, it is hard to be sick,
when the medicine is done.
You know it well..
But if there is no help,
for one to cure oneself
in order to come out.
Now we stand here and wait,
while the rain pours down.
And although it is raining cats and dogs,
then we only become more and more.
And soon the train is starting,
you have said you want to be along.
But if you don’t come now,
then you come too late.
Yes, if you don’t come now
then you come too late.