It is not easy to describe it without hate,
and it is quite impossible without mockery.
you have heads like on decals
and where the heart would be a telephone.
you know very well that some circles are
and disabled legs in wood only.
you speak fluently, and for this reason
them day and night - even on Sundays - proud of himself.
is
In their hands out of all merchandise.
burning electric light in her soul.
They also measure the unpredictable.
What are can not be, it does not exist!
you have huge calluses on the brain,
fast as they used it as buttocks.
They are red when they play with children.
The love they drive according to plan.
you never sing (not even in August)
a pretty Christmas song in the street.
you are never happy and always feel like
and think of when they think through the nose.
tirelessly to praise our time,
quite as they receive from royalties.
your intellect is usually double-wide.
you can only feel ashamed for appearance.
you joke and can not hold him.
much do you know what they do not understand.
You just have to see when they split hairs!
It is to hochzugehn on the walls.
One should small holes shoot it!
your last cry is still a dernier cri.
However, they have far too much complicity,
than they could be shot by us.
They never meet.
Erich Kaestner
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From the book : Kästner for adults 1 -
licensed edition of the German Federal books -03 772 / 1
Music: tone , stones, broken glass - "The dream is over"
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