I’m just swaying
here in the grass
which sways
sings of bite
here in the dark yellow flowers
here together with my little drum
I hate thin voices
ridiculously high voices
I have a crumbling mumble myself
I’m just saying
that you should stay here
stay here –
you lose something
if you leave now
do you leave now?
if you stay here
nobody knows, what might happen
see my little drum
it is a great great rarity
if you speak now
I will choke you –