Parkiebank, herfs 2017 [English translation]

you may find yourself

sitting on a park bench in the middle of the day

and then you think

how do these people afford these European cars and palatial Tuscan prisons?

you may think

in a poor country wealth is a shame

but someone is always richer than all the rest

and you may think

why is it

that I can sit on a park bench in the middle of the day?

and then I lighten up

because what is there to do?

who am I trying to impress?

and then I think to myself

I'm not going to work my whole life so I can do nothing one day

I'll just start right now

we never do what we say we're going to, right?

what are we still doing here?

this place isn't ours

home is where your people are

my people don't have a homeland

what are we still doing here?

this place isn't ours

perhaps you think to yourself

I'm a product

I'm a marketing campaign

I'm a commodity

that's not how I want to raise my children

the middle class is a buffer

and we have to get out of here

hungry people don't stay hungry for long

nutters have taken over the nuthouse

and they're getting closer to the vault

in the dark the blind one is king

power hungry king with

power hungry followers

and the king doesn't stay on his throne for long

I'm lying on the grass and listening to Lucas Maree

maybe the heart is like the widow's oil

her heart is aching because her husband is dead

and I can count on the fingers of one hand what is important to me