Postmodern [English translation]

Alligatoah... Monday

Last week I thought I will save the way around the blocks

Ordered on the internet, it will be sent by the post

Maybe even today. I walk to the mail box

But it's empty like my stomach after intensive fasting

Like forgotten boxes of pralines in the children's room

So what! I don't want to blame anyone

Tomorrow is another day, it doesn't have to happen so quickly

I have time, I wait and drink some beer!

Tuesday

Beautiful morning. The sun is shining!

And I feel it, I'll immediately get

my goods. Hanging out at the door, level-headed and confident of victory, like a flyscreen

But instead of checking up I imagine

What I will do with my order this morning

And then I put in my hand! Suspension rises!

I take something out of the box: an advertising for mutton

Oh my...

[Hook] 2x

What a pity!

It's nobody's fault

What a pity!

I'm patient

What a pity!

No trouble because of me

What a pity!

I'm young, I can wait!

Wednesday

Chill! First the early morning exercise - Thai boxing

By producing drops of sweat I'm saving heating costs

Afterwards, maybe I will check the post, when I have time

Okay, I'll check up now!

Run downstairs, knock over a shelf, but I don't care, I want my parcel

Outside, I see a bunch of mail men but they go by

Okay! I'll do more knee bends

Although I would much more like to ogle my pen friends

Fuck the post! Seriously, man..

Thursday

I barely slept well

More precisely, I didn't close my eyes

The whole time I hypnotized the mail box with an insane look like a satanist, till dawn

And every minute during which nothing happens and during which I fight against my helplessness

My fingernails dig deeper into my thigh

High Noon and you can hear me swear quietly

I boil with rage but no noodles

[Hook]

Friday

Let me climb on the Ganja tree

Fuck! Totally overslept! What an insane dream

Was there a noise? I went from naught to sixty

Don't have my pulse under control, walk downstairs

Where are my clothes? I'm getting dressed upstairs

Fuck it! Who needs trousers, anyway?

I open the door, see the mail man

carrying the object I desire

[Hook] 2x

The post is lost!