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Mikymauz [English translation]
Mikymauz [English translation]
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Mikymauz [English translation]

Morning the dark wakes me, I grab my wrist,

if it's still pulsating in me, if I still have the luck

or I'm way gone and I have shined-up shoes

morning after morning the same wake-up into nothingness

There's no what, there's no how, there's no why, there's no where,

there's no with whom, there's no about what, everyone is alone in themselves

sickly Don Quixote saddles his Rocinante

and God is the blind driver sitting at the wheel

I power up the telephone - the answering machine of foreign feelings

bad news come like the police at dawn

I'm half awake and half still on a night break

I should be laughing but I have the smile of Mickey Mouse

mornings I should like to cancel

Good man on the radio plays Chick Corea

really it's merry, sort of like in a mausoleum

in the queue for mummy I have circles under my eyes

the pink dawn really doesn't sway me anymore

You're saying something about what we should be doing

indentations of us in the bed are slowly going cold

everything swathes in darkness, whose fault was that

that the lumberjack swung through the width between us?

Beds split into two sovereign states

decorations on the wallpaper are like border wires

it won't come in sleep, the sleep is sweetly faint,

that there was love in me, is just futile anger

wires I should like to cancel

The cursed hour, that minute, that short while,

when things are not black, but not quite white either

when it's not dark, but not yet quite visible

vigil is pain, without the sweet narcotism

It's pulsating furiously in me and dully pinching in the groin

to fall asleep and to not wake up, to not have to think of anything

propped up on my knees i listen to your tears

for a life it's too late and for death still too early

What used to be a long time ago yesterday, is as if it hadn't been at all

the coffee is drunk and there is none left to spare

things you don't want to happen, they still happen

and bread with butter always falls to the ground on the wrong side

butter I should like to cancel

You're speaking of hope and jumble up your words

like a spy satellite flying over the planet

to undress the pyjamas, that would be easy enough

twenty years I've been talking, and now I just don't want to

From the poster on the toilet the fattened pig

rises while the water is running around downwards

everything is said and carried away to the sewer

all that's left is to breathe myself through a few more moments

I grab my wrist, and outside it's already tomorrow

the clock strikes signals of Good morning

I'm half awake and half still on a night break

I should be laughing but I have the smile of a Mickey Mouse

love I should like to cancel

Morning the dark wakes me, I grab my wrist,

if it's still pulsating in me, if I still have the luck

or I'm way gone and I have shined-up shoes

morning after morning the same wake-up into nothingness

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