Unverwandt [English translation]

First I think: "Not again"

Second I test my limbs,

Third, albeit weak, a pain

Which I accept.

I interpret it as a sign of life,

Thankful; like specters creeping,

Which disappear into the dark before the day,

The sun rises,

Thus feeling crawls back.

Now it runs its course again,

The old game; I submit myself

And open my eyes.

I breathe deeply into my body of ash.

I wait for the shining white ember.

I want to vindicate myself with it from the old filth

Like no water, no confession can.

I wait for ignition.

Oh, please just give me

The old fire,

This fire back!

In the room which wakes brightly

Tiled pictures, like light falling on a roof,

Or did the light run from a tower down to the moon?

A kaleidoscope in my head.

If the quiet raindrops

Just like fingers tap a window,

Is the place inhabited?

Just listen to how it sounds,

As if one set the loneliness to music.

A question, continuously timid,

Never rewarded with an answer.

Just the same, I see no recognition in the mirror.

The being there is fully unknown.

In those eyes is no brightness and no burning.

We stare at each other, steadfastly.

I await the ignition.

Oh, please just give me the old fire,

This fire back!

I wait for ignition.

Oh, please just give me the old fire,

This fire back!