That morning I arrived
By economy class
And straight home from the station
Through well know gardens and shortcuts
In the army I made a friend till the end
And arthritis in my joint
A souvenir from my days on guard
I entered on tiptoe
My mother was already awake and crossed herself straight away.
She said " it passed in a flash
You came at a good time, the wedding is right next to us,
So they will play for you,
And you will choose (the songs)
The wedding was like any wedding , what can I say- a parade of drunkenness and kitch
And the infamous lady in white
I wished them both health and happiness,
She grabbed the flowers from my hands
And hid her gaze under her veil.
And then the gypsies spotted me
The best man requested a song, but I arrived, so they didn't care.
A wide smile and a golden tooth:
" I know it's not easy for you, but don't be harsh today,
Just request what you'd like us to play"
Play " autumn is coming, my quince" an early autumn.
Let the tambourines ring as if in a trance.
I know this song is not for celebrations and weddings,
But I have to hear that romance.
Play " autumn is coming, my quince" but slowly
So I don't miss a word.
Take all glasses and pitchers away,
I'd even break the world on a whim
If only it was made of glass,
My quince
I rarely go back home and write even less often
And the photographs are fading away.
But the beautiful stand out amongst the ugly ones,
But then I order a drink and so it begins,
And I arrive at her wedding,
All true love is sad.
I don't talk to anyone about it,
The wave is quick and I know i will drown.
The gypsies are my saviours,
They have enough heart for all of us, what do they care.
They ask me, what they should play