There’s an old man standing at the side of the lake
and he’s pelting the ducks with bread of the last year.
And you’re wating.
Time comes, counsel/advice comes*, Uncle Sam comes,
pension comes, duck comes, hatred comes for everything being previous,
and you’re waiting for something,
for yesterday’s day, for longer hair,
for summer and for it to happen that one repairs the toilet
even
for a sign of her.
There’s a small boy standing down in the courtyard
and he’s crying about the death of a snowman of the last year.
And you’re waiting.
Time comes, counsel/advice comes*, good deed comes,
good fairy comes, snow comes, hatred comes for everything being previous,
and you’re waiting for something,
for litter service, a place at the bar,
for summer and for it to happen that one repairs the toilett
even
for a sign of her
There’s an old buffer looking at himself
and he’s scratching his face with blades of the last year
And you’re waiting.
Time comes, counsel/advice comes*, beard of fuzz comes,
razor comes and forgotten is all being previous,
and you’re waiting for nothing anymore,
for no summer and for no longer hair
and for someone to repair your heart
already not at all
for a sign of her.
* time + counsel together mean in German: „time will tell“