für ein herz so groß,
aber für ein tat so klein...
for a heart so large,
but for a deed so small...
it doesn't matter that this
is a form of imperfect
german...
i'm hardly going to
establish myself as a grey-mass
in Munich chanting
football-hooligan slogans
at a match...
but there's a sly smile on
my face...
i know what early April
will look like...
finishing Sienkiewicz's
the order of the teutonic knights...
krzyżacy...
which is also a name
for that bug that moves on
pond waters... krzyżak...
a form of spider...
even what i began with was
in imperfect german,
i can give you the motto
of a people
that currently live among
you, right away,
or what i call: the genesis of
prussia...
prussians aren't exactly
germans,
if prussians were left
alone, there, would be a
people of estonia, lithuania,
latvia, prussia,
kashubia,
and pomerania...
but let me re-iterate,
i can say this with perfect german...
gott, mit uns!
just called my heart the equivalent
of a hot-air balloon,
and my brain a peanut-sized
honing device for pigeons...
f'aaaaa'ck...
viva las vegas.