(translated by Hans Martin Enzensberger)
I wind myself in hurt
the suffering leave to mine not
since I on first March
to the ground the light threw
where it fell in pieces of broken glass
in fragments separate number
lie now in the hall
I stepped already other time
inside and tore oneself notch
cut me the feet
me is to courage to die
oh live, let me be
I sit alone in room
o thousand times curses
me dreams about my pit mine
probably already searches
o vanity o pain
o world you shits no
because I to reason goes
condemned o yeah mine eye