Think about it yourselves, why at home, at night
So many people wake up - and you also want to howl?
At your aunt's at dinner you spill compote
And you cry in the lavatory - how can I wash out this shame?
It's from years back that a surplus of youthfulness is a guest in you,
The stupidity, fear and suffering that has not been banished by time
Sometimes this thought torments you - to kill the puppy in yourself
But time dashes away and like a splinter this disability resides in us
You also know what this means, if times flies too quickly
If too slowly? - this hurts and ends with tears.
You'll long tortuously for the birds of the tropics,
And here night and acquaintances and rain tap on the roof
But sometimes, in the dark, a pensive marabou,
a wandering bird, haunts and circles around in sticky mud
But day will clear out fear, so you can calmly
Slam the door and fall asleep, when we'll say "goodnight" to you.