oh what a pity , you were wrong
oh what harsh words went out of my mouth
you were wrong
oh no I've been wrong
police? na! security? maybe!
there was one once with that cute little dog, but that's some years ago
me? yes, I'm always a bit frightened
I don't want to get hurt
I don't want you to get hurt, too
the night went on – we climbed– the moon, full and bright, – the fence–
as the leaves of the chestnut trees – we– rustled in the wind – ran
there's a breeze – up– hushing over – to– over the scene/the pool,
whispering unknown names/that was one of our games
our clothes, leave them on or leave them here
into the cool, into the dark, come ongive me your hand, let's stay here for the night
we swam backwards and watched the sky, watched the stars go by
I don't wanna say goodbye, goodbye my friend
(come on please hold my hands and don't you ever ever make them loose again)
oh what a pity , you were wrong
oh what harsh words went out of my mouth
you were wrong
oh no I've been wrong
as we left the scene which I wanted to enlarge
we passed the kids and disturbed them in their game – well, not by intention
to play with a lightened frisbee outside the park
inside, the frisbee's relatives passed us by
from us to them and back
so dozens of them decorated the path that we chose to get home
among the creatures and monsters they're accepted
unlike me and me and you
they're a rare race – stars that stayed on the ground
from here to there and back
they keep dancing till they hide in the woods
and just from time to time they jump out to show off/up
I don't want to get hurt
and I don't want you to get hurt, too