Winter of the Present
Piano-sounds in overcrowded bars,
The cries of the seagulls over lonely houses;
Transparent feelings on a line,
Depression of the forlorn.
While we dance on the rubble,
Blossoms fall from stems by decay.
Lost words into all eternity,
Black holes in a sky of confusion.
Trapped in inner-city spillovers
Junkies dream of sanity.
Lovers whistle the songs of solitude,
While politicians talk of working capacities.
Television engagements and wedding songs
The same again in an endless loop,
Reiteration of advertising slogans;
On and on in an endless row.
Repetition of worthless promises,
Cold lines on patient papers of nothingness.
Nothing ever turns out well
In a world of recited dogmas;
Unemployment is an omnipresent threat,
While dirty streets can efface nothing.
Vampires of power
Dwell on streets of poverty
The lonelyness of the big cities
Isnt able to stir us up.
There is nothing to lose
In a world, where all is already lost.
Rebells and assassins
Turn everything upside down,
That was meant to overcome.
I look up into heaven
While winter tales tell of decay.