Störenfried obwohl kein Fried

Baby you're so full of wit
every word you say is a hit

You make me nervous and helplessly shy
In your presence I shut up and I don't know why

Waage

golden patterns on wall papers
swinging crystal chandeliers
birch wood chairs and dusty bookcase
orange liquor and full ashtrays

empty pack of cigarettes
eyes drowned in tears

ivy growing up the wall
flower sheets and orient rugs
fox furs and a porcelain doll
silver trays and coffee mugs

vinyl player with a rusty stylus
framed photos black and white
color films of love and crisis
Fine dust in the window light

they give us marlboro cigarettes
and take us to their maisonettes