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.