A quick glance through the window,
whether it looks like sun or rain.
Then you put hats and coats on them,
before you go outside.
They are standing in the garden by the flowers
and stare at the duck pond,
do their rounds once a day
and that at any time of the year.
Be in freedom for an hour in the park,
accompanied from an angel in white,
and then back into the house, where you can wait for tomorrow.
In the evening there are tablets,
with them you sleep soundly and deeply,
until it Goes straight back to the window in the morning,
whether it looks like sun or rain.
Being free in the park for an hour,
accompanied by an angel in white,
and then back into the house where you can wait for tomorrow.
Time passes, the weather changes,
except the hats and coats,
in the house where you can wait for tomorrow.
After breakfast we go straight back to the park,
What happened to the ducks today?
You can look through them - for 100 years.
Alone with yourself in self-talk,
how many minutes are 100 years:
Mental arithmetic in the house where you can wait.
Words have no weight,
no one there to contradict.
Life is sweet, in the house where you can wait.
Always "yes" and never "no",
everything becomes so light as a feather,
in the house where you can wait for tomorrow can wait.