Puissa on Absalom [English translation]

I sit in the leather barber's chair

I stare at my hair

She, the barber, stares at my sock with a hole in it

I take a familiar magazine

I look into other people's problems

This story

I have read many times before

Chorus:

You know the smells, the aromas of this moment

Train of thought I have lived before

With the eyes of the Absalom grasping the tree

Absalom grasping the tree

When for the first time

I made love in trees and fears

She, the barber lady, was in debt

We scolded ourselves on the radiator

Lust of hair, in eyes and mouths

With my hair standing up I have kissed after that as well

Chorus

When you, woman, touch

A young man's sensitive spots

The birthmark of the dawn of time

There were already the kisses of ancestors

Rejections with cries of the childhood summers

So you are on the level with desires if not the rib bones

Chorus

In the mirror they only reach my shoulders

The scissors are harming my cooties

Through the barbershop window I see a familiar doorman

It is confusing when a man is separated

From his own context

Chorus