you can look in the eyes of a dead man
you can talk to him you can creep him after through life
even if they always say that we live in a flawed world
they are wrong Mutti they are wrong

they laugh all the time
always laugh
I was once passing through their guffaws
ready to kill them at the first sign of fear
but for a while
all kind of strange birds
fly over the roofs of our houses
where they are going and what they want to tell us
is overly hard to understand

now is already wilderness in the world but it’s still early
there’s no tranquillity no need
it’s just useless
look
our successors learned to laugh
when they look into our eyes they are afraid and they laugh Mutti
and we are not sufficiently alive
to kill them
and start over again


Translated by Marius Surleac