Pure
Tightrope walker's dream
The man at the window
The old man at the window opposite
is no longer there, now the room is empty.
Involuntarily my gaze goes over,
It's been a long time since I saw him.
Two stone-gray, listless figures
carried him out of the house this morning.
The manager immediately started to manage,
and someone was moving his furniture out.
The man at the window.
The man at the window.
We were like close confidants,
he, who looked from the armchair at the street.
I, who was chewing on the pencil at the desk,
when one came - the other was already there.
And when the night turned to the DÃ ¤cher laid,
only here and there a bright window remained,
he, who stirred sleeplessly in the room,
and I, who wrote until dawn.
The man at the window.
The man at the window.
There is a dented van in front of the house,
Two young people brought it.
And carried furniture and boxes upstairs,
they paint and wallpaper half the night
music comes through the open window,
the two of them were smiling to me earlier.
And slowly I become clear about it
that From today on I am the man at the window for you.
The man at the window.
The man at the window.
INCIDENTALLY WE CAME TO THIS PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHED TEXT REINHARD MEY IN
THE FINGER AND SHORT DECISION WAS CREATE
FOR HIS 50TH BIRTHDAY IN DECEMBER 1992
THIS SONG. SINCE EVERYONE, ESPECIALLY
REINHARD, WITH WHOM WE HAVE A COLLEGIAL
FRIENDSHIP, LIKED IT VERY GOOD,
WE DECIDED NOT TO HOLD IT FROM YOU.

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