Dingo
Miscellaneous
Missionary
I arrived from the coasts of the world
from rocks soaked in vintage wine
birds of prey await their prey
doomed missionary writes on the cover of a cigarette pack
I close my eyes when the evening gets dark
I walk with you to the shore where the bottoms break firmly
and when I make love in my thoughts
freedom creeps into the cell from which I leave for a while, squirming
This in that cell are broken hearts
I make love with you again and again and again and again
I throw the key behind the bars
and the longing tears the weak chest hetysaarnajaan
Pencil draws until it runs out
back cover from the box that sags under the text
the waves of the fairytale world flutter
the missionary of the great world loves him to the end
In this cell there are broken hearts
with me I make love again and again and again and again
I throw the key behind the bars
and the longing tears the weak chest ¤hetyssainajaan
In this cell there are broken hearts
I make love with you again and again and again and again
I throw the key behind the bars
and longing tears the weak breast of the missionary