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Die Flucht
by Jon-Jacob F DealKlein Onan, sehr allein
Ich bin sicher, bin ich fein
Mit meiner Welt in meiner Hand
Vergesse ich den Wüstensand
Für sechs Sekunden ich bin nicht hier
Für sechs Sekunden ich bin kein Tier
Und wenn alles beendet ist
Der Samen mit keinem Ei gemischt
Dann schließe ich den letzten Knopf
Die Frau war nur in meinem Kopf. 02/01/2004
Author's Note: Apologies if I've butchered the grammar--it's the best I can do with German 1 and a dictionary, but hopefully I still got my point across. If any native speakers or people who speak it better than I do would like to offer corrections, that would be appreciated.
Posted on 10/22/2005
Copyright © 2024 Jon-Jacob F Deal
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/22/05 at 12:45 PM Looking back, German is one of those languages I would have loved to have learned. None the less, I love to read and hear other languages. I will say this, although I don't understand the lingo (I sense love or lost love), the flow is fine. |
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