Wiesenblumen erwachen aus dem Winterschlaf,
öffnen die bunten Frühlingsaugen,
und strecken ihre zarten Flügel dem stahlblauen Himmel entgegen

Bereit von den wolkigen Zungenspitzen berührt zu werden,
die der Wind gnadenlos nach Westen treibt,
dorthin, wo der Tod seinen Sommerschlaf hält

Wir schreiten vor
Der Winter steht bevor
Und keine Ahnung
Ob der Sommer
Und der Herbst
Das war, was es sich wünschte,
Unser Herz.

Zwischen dem Blick
Zurück und dem nach vorne,
Entreißen wir uns immer wieder
Dem Moment.
In all den Wünschen, Träumen, Illusionen,
uns zu verlieren ist unser Talent.

Vertrauen zu entschlüsseln,
Zu uns und zu den anderen,
Verliert sich in den Tausenden
Scherben des Misstrauens,
Zweifel und Unsicherheit,
Verfolgen uns wie ein Pfeil.
Und eh wir uns versehen,
Hat die Angst uns in den Krallen.

Wir dürfen bluten.
Oft ist's uns fast egal,
Wir wollen nicht vor Schmerzen schreien,
Hauptsache niemand weiß,
Wie's um uns steht.
Und niemand weiß,
Wie es uns wirklich geht.

Verhält ein Held sich so?
So Selbstvernichtungs-froh?
Wir opfern uns dem Überlebensmechanismus,
Denn lieber rennen wir das ganze Leben,
Als zu uns selbst zu stehen,
Uns selbst zu sehen,
Verdammt, wir sind nicht hier,
Nur um zu überleben!

(First Movement: Erwachen heiterer Empfindungen bei der Ankunft auf dem Lande (Awakening of cheerful feelings upon arrival in the country)

Leaves blow in the breeze
the music of trees
carried in the wind
to the ears who can hear
the symphony of nature.

on account of the migrating birds,
singing insomniac
in late march,
prematurely signing
the advet of spring...
                 i'm late...
                    late in my observations
being noted;
now imagine me...
   being asleep, readied for
a tomorrow,
                and missing the "plot"...
if you're awake,
and only awake by deviating
from the Greenwich S.T.,
  well...
               who's going to place
a pillow in hand,
and fathom the sleepover?
ś'lepy: ś'pí -
    die neu
   the blindman sleeps:

jetzt erwachen -
                  nein niet -sch!
hark, proper!
                 deutschmann!
herrzeppelin!
               hark, proper!
                 deutschmann!
herrunterseeboot!

the jews came to the west,
you thought
the polacks were left in limbo,
you, *******,
pict h'american scabs
of leftover culture?!
if i'll torture the sax culture,
and rob them akin to
keeping with a christian
culture,
    via the eastern baltic,
romance of the viking....
  i'll ******* tell you...
     o.k.?!

                wojna
war = phonetics:
                     voy'n'ah...
        we share the same, latin,
oh, oh, phonetic encoding
system...
    well then...
i am buffer zone between
your french footballer ballerinas
and the Russians,
the Belarusians,
and the Ukrainians...

              i am the mouth that
wants to feed these tongues
to you...
       before me merger on
the post-scriptum of  ****
and Hindu of the British Empire...
now...
now then,
now you...

   ciura:
slang for daughter...
syn: slang or plain simple:
son...

                by now...
i can mongrel cooking
up...
a hindu delicacy...
   but by the assortment
of the Danube...
it's either you,
or the Russians,
the Mongols,
          or some Turks...
*******'s worth
of the middle-earth
Asiatics
taking to visiting Vienna,
akin to a Turkick
tourist "trip"
of "cultural appropriation"...
beside the Ottoman
barpers....
   lest we forget to keep
the halal butchers in
    Sarajevo... and not in Istambul...
lest we forget...
what happened when
the Balkan Slavs
did to the Muslims...
during the 1990s conflict...
ja wisła:
to **** with treating
the muslims as hindu deities...
as holy cows...
       better learn from
the lessons already staged...
from the remnants of the disintegration
of Yugoslavia;
you think that the slavs
don't have a concern
for treating a muslim
akin
to a germ-volk akin?
how far,
is this naivety supposed
to make me suspect,
           and make me "limbo"?
hello, sacred cow...
   remember what happened between
the serbs and the muslim
minority populace
when yugoslavia dissolved?
   last time i heard...
the serbs pounded
the muslims to a pulp...
made ******* cherries and plums out
of them...
or as some already liked:
target practice...
                now...
take... your... *******... camel jockeys...
your new york harem...
and all the ***** that requires
keeping a harem,
with your viagara...
and no compensation
of castratos...
        of no sing-along anthems...

and then start thinking about
herding goat,
for goat milk and cheese...
******* Abbad;
give them an inch,
they'll take a mile...
   they'll always find some excuse....
by the word of the quran,
we waited, and were praised
for waiting,
for the excavation of oil...
  
              ibin...
name?
   ibin...
      abbad ibin abbas...
  ibin...
            name? name of...
  
it would only take a mongrel
:irish-man",
half irish, quarter hindu...
to tell someone acquiring the language
to be: REJECT...
    sure...
   no problem...
take your ******* brothel
of a loaded skim read of *******...
and... **** it... fiddle with it...
            i know the sort of truths
about you: that you would never
put into fiction....
so... good luck!
encompassing
Beethoven's
             moonlight sonata
into your composition...
      **** me... what a *******'s worth
of attacking the wrong type of person...
                   i stopped caring about
"friendships",
when i started fading out of
concerning myself with the concept.