(translated by Hans Martin Enzensberger
in: “Poet Tables – The Poets of the Ruhr Valley”, Wombat Press, Canberra 2003)
All people should it know
this life is shat
I would it genuinely do not miss
Pain o pain which is for shit
Even if the sun shines and laughs
or if thunders flashes and cracks
always say I to me with consideration
Pain o pain which is for shit
I cannot do no more before the door go
because my friend of the Juergen stands there
if I see must choke I
Pain o pain which is for shit
Even if the sun…
If I by the roads flip-flop
and so with the people discussion
war I one to the gossips
Pain o pain which is for shit
Even if the sun…
And in such a way do I constantly cranky
even if already the people pierce
this life is not so good somehow
Pain o pain which is for shit
Even if the sun…