Ward 21

Brooding I see dancing lampions in the night.
White-dressed women ask: How are you?
A Sonata in E-minor calms my nerves.
I’m surprised how fast I lose my sense of shame.
[chorus]
The world’s blubbering doesn’t interest me anymore.
How wonderful sounds the laughter of the women going to work.
And what a nice sound does an incoming tram have.
I never noticed that – up to this night.
My neighbor talks with his wife about expensive craftsmen.
Ridiculous, there are more important topics.
In the morning a white-dressed man comes:
Everything went well, no problems.
Back than in ward 21
And tomorrow I’ll by me shoes