This is no piano.
It could be one.
There is none. It's just a football game.
Then empty cup - is your brain is full
(in wine the truth and alcohol,
the replacement for what there is not ).
You're so drunk you do not see me ...
Among men you are a football god,
a witty devil, a crazed idiot
and I in the distance. And yet, and yet
we are the laughing suffering of the world?
This is not a piano.
We deny it.
Where you're the noise, I am the dream,
the abyss we both (you do not notice it?)
and incorrect figures in the wrong country
Sitting at the Breitopf ...
Sing me a song.
This is no piano. We played it
separately duet chords.
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