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