Kunze Heinz Rudolf
Glasses
Stirnenfuss
Feverish prophets made money out of small children,
Coins out of their teeth and bills out of their skin.
Hungry soldiers sucked tears out of rifles,
Fighted with the shadows and the wind was loud.
Mannequins in feathers wore suffocatingly tight belts,
Prayed on the phone and sipped lotus tea.
For what purpose gab man you neun Life? Seid her not immortal?
I wrote and touched them - there they were made of snow.
Unread books burned hissing in the bushes,
Enemies who were believed to be dead had never had things so good before.
Chimneys tore open wounds into the eggshell sky,
Keyholes were informed and spitting blood.
Monkeys behind windshields twitched under electric shocks,
One hand on the radio, the other on the sex.
Gray-born beggars stood out singing an assembly line,
Torturers were too fair to themselves.
I went on,
without a destination and without a greeting,
with the foot of my forehead.
Weary of life, testaments splashed into my eyes Seas,
wrote themselves in the forest book with ashes.
Astronauts rubbed their eyes as they read:
The last evil will and the curse of the victims!
Torchbearers extinguished, Bedouins built dikes ,
Gliders looked out for the storm surge.
Ballerinas practiced the splits on quake cracks,
Woe to anyone who was weak and alone at home.
I went on,
without Aim and without greeting,
with the foot of my forehead.
I continued walking,
and with every step
a country disappeared.
I saw you naked with friends and with strangers .
You laughed and you swore it was for me.
I cried crookedly and let you kiss me.
I believed your word and hated you.
I moved on ,
without a destination and without a greeting,
with the foot of my forehead.
Text: Kunze
Music: Luehrig/Kunze

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