The Subtitles of Our Silence
This article was originally published in German. The English version is an automatic translation and may contain errors. The German original is authoritative.
Confused glances to uncertain demeanour.
Why don't you see that I'm serving you lies.
Perhaps you know it too,
and I am being deceived.
Let me put it this way:
then I'd gladly be the fool!
In case of emergency,
sum upon sum,
we keep up appearances,
hour upon hour.
Day after day,
lets you be served,
lets you be cared for,
lets you simply go.
If they ask the wrong questions,
only begging and pleading helps.
Whilst sitting, whilst lying,
whilst waiting, whilst standing.
It will be arranged,
to see you happy.
Happy – oh what,
not defiant, rather.
Fall silent, your voices,
clear the corridor:
In pale garb,
the brave one approaches.
Water, bring him water!
Age: So wise, so clever!
Ego: Sees only a child weeping within.
They speak of femicide,
of murderous blows,
of violence.
You slip the ring onto your finger,
for love, for eternity.
And say nothing,
about being clever.
Water, bring her water,
the exhausted figure!
If your cries threaten to fail,
you remain tiresome and loud.
Loud ever louder,
wanting her to look at you.
A shudder in the nape,
fists clenched.
From crown to sole,
your tones leave me cold.
But not Age!
And you know that exactly.
That's why you pull the strings,
make her quickly your wife.
In the cycle of giving,
you stand in last place.
If you have your hands wide open,
you're willing only to take.
Take these words,
lay them beneath my silence.
Would so like to go,
would so like to stay.