There is a sound of *** in my name -
at school, I often had a blush
I was ashamed of the giggles
At parties I stood in the quiet places
and in the parade I walked
on long wooden legs
The wind blew, tugged and
tore my trouser legs
There were shouts and calls
for more, "Hellooo helloohoo
where are you, what are you
thinking about", my friend asked
"Everyone sees only the veils
under which you hide, are you aware
that none of us knows you?
Just be a little like crazy, for once, dare
to go for it, to die of shame
or to bed with someone
Dare to be a descendant
of the man who chose:
Freeblood is my name"
Mar 2, 2023
Mar 2, 2023 at 4:12 AM UTC
There is a sound of *** in my name -
at school, I often had a blush
I was ashamed of the giggles
At parties I stood in the quiet places
and in the parade I walked
on long wooden legs
The wind blew, tugged and
tore my trouser legs
There were shouts and calls
for more, "Hellooo helloohoo
where are you, what are you
thinking about", my friend asked
"Everyone sees only the veils
under which you hide, are you aware
that none of us knows you?
Just be a little like crazy, for once, dare
to go for it, to die of shame
or to bed with someone
Dare to be a descendant
of the man who chose:
Freeblood is my name"
"Mensch, durf te leven" ("Man, dare to live", 1917, Dirk Witte, sung by Jean-Louis Pisuisse)
Collection "BloodTrunk"
