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I need a new bride for Sunday

Yesterday night at a quarter past three
my doorbell rings, and my friend Kraus
stands shaking before me
and falls crying into my arms,
and I say to myself 'He must be
after my money again', but he goes:
 
'I need a new bride for Sunday,
one that would look me deeply in the eyes
and truly understand me
and go to the flicks with me
and could even follow the plot.
 
I need a new bride for Sunday,
since they pinched the old one from me.
That's why I'm running around yelling
I need a new bride for Sunday!'
 
Uncle Fritz from Neuruppin
took an express to Berlin
because he's frightfully interested in the city.
Right in the station, he enquired
to an obliging policeman1:
'Excuse me, you must know your way around:
 
I need a new bride for Sunday,
one that would look me deeply in the eyes
and truly understand me
and go to the flicks with me
and could even follow the plot.
 
I need a new bride for Sunday,
since, can you imagine, they pinched the old one from me.
That's why I'm running around yelling
I need a new bride for Sunday!'
 
Müller went to the department store.
A vendor asks him:
'How may I help you?
What about a cloth wardrobe with zipper
or some icing sugar?'
Müller got red in the face and said 'No,
 
I need a new bride for Sunday,
one that would look me deeply in the eyes
and truly understand me
and go to the flicks with me
and could even follow the plot.
 
I need a new bride for Sunday,
since, what a rotten luck, they pinched the old one from me.
That's why I'm running around yelling
I need a new bride for Sunday!'
 
  • 1. apparently that's a policeman of the Weimar Republic (Schutzpolizei) whose duty was to give directions
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You have created me

i did not get used to (what its like) without you
the taste of beauty
i dedicated my life
sharing with you
there's a delight in my heart
excitement in my soul
are you listening to me
you have created me
the beauty in me
here this love of mine
made you captive
you have created me
taught me to love
here this love of mine
made you captive
 

Words

How it is difficult to give up
Say 'Thank you' and leave
We speak only of the future
When only emptiness is around us
Can it still be fixed
Make the extinguished spark
I smile more and more
When I feel the emptiness around me
 
Do I still carry
Do I still carry dreams of what was buried
Do you still think, only needs fixing
Sleeps beneath days
 
I've tried to understand
How one loses everything in the end
And just feel gratefulness
Though I want to be elsewhere
Is it always more beautiful
What one cannot reach
Now only longing colors my evenings
When I notice the emptiness around me
 
Do I still carry
Do I still carry dreams of what was buried
Do you still think, only needs fixing
Sleeps beneath days
 
Do I still give
Do I still give my soul to yesterday
Why build an altar for promises
We're left with only words
 
Do I still carry
Do I still carry dreams of what was buried
Do you still think, only needs fixing
Sleeps beneath days
 
Do I still give
Do I still give my soul to yesterday
If I loose the scissors to dance on the paper
Even words won't be left
 
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Feeling like fragile leaf

I feel like a fragile leaf, shaking and stopping
My heart is in mourn can't beat freely
Because my love I saw your tiredness (çağindi = tiredness? not sure)
 
Slow going I finally turned fifteen
And the sky is still very heavy(on my shoulder)
Didn't know is enemy, thought was friend
This depressing person stole my heart
 
Wake up my dear, for the opponent is strong
For if you don't wake up I will start crying
My beloved lover, love of my life, fondness of my life
I will begone now, if you prefer to be left alone
 
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Is he really here - the beams of light intersect ..."

Is he really here - the beams of light intersect,
More correctly, a blade of erroneous retribution ...
I was not quite twenty years,
When in the doorway my throat was cut.
 
He grinned openly - not cunningly
He made the impression, that he did not deliberately want to fight,
(And suddenly) - a knife under the lower rip
And away - not pulled out, not to get dirty.
 
Over with the wailing! It is not your fault -
I was deceived by the smile und kindness.
A ray of the setting sun has evaporated in the doorway
And hid behind the dustbin ...
 
Thank you however, that I do not stand in the water meadow,
And the blade advanced a bit deeper
And the handle banged on the glazed tiles,
But I fall - already don't remain standing.