Aw, great city
Two suitcase standing on the railway embankment, I next to it, even a coffee in the Stehn,
hand, she trembles, I can see the train from afar.
Time stands still, which parting draws near, a dream of happiness,
am out here alone, and no way back to me.
The train rolled on, the home of disappearing, piece by piece,
only in memory, somewhere, far short of Osnabrück.
I will remain a dream, is about life, everything is so clear and bright,
greater the fear, it overwhelmed me a lot to quickly.
The train rolls into the goal to the world, we call this city
in one day in May, everything is changed added.
into a subway train increased, the black hole disappeared
I lack the courage, in this dark, endless hours.
There is also the place and the time that changes everything, like a strong wind,
where we are without the support and hope.
It was my first summer away from home in a big city,
everything that I ever saw, changed in me added.
There was a port, a cold winter and a house full of suffering,
was there a long time and for a new road is not ready.
When I present, go to this platform, I still see myself standing there,
to go with two suitcases in a different world.
Do not ask me these days, the memory, it remains
like a book in which it writes all his life .
The trip, she goes further, beyond all time,
and when I see the light, I know
here I am at home.
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