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Melancholie (Die Krise)
Das Maß ist falsch, und die Gefühle
gehn aus, sich eins zu holen. Der Bruch immens, Parade geht das Stroh. Ach leck mich, Glockenton im Schnee. |
Melancholy (The Crisis)
Machines for measuring things have all gone bad.
The emotions go out to find a better one. The rupture in this world has grown immense. Hollowness struts in triumph through the streets. Bell ringing out over snow: go fuck yourself. |
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© 2004, Uwe Kolbe From: Unpublished |
© Translation: 2003, Luke Davies From: Unpublished |