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The small, blue bird
There’s a
small blue bird
That
persecutes us a lifetime
And if we
look back
We overlook it
Progress!
Progress!
And cannot
go back
Then it
flies ahead of us
The small,
blue bird
And do not
see it
Do not see it
No more
Dreary city
In this dreary city
Where election posters are decoration
How important then are the elections
Red-green black-yellow
Not brown
Cologne
Pretty in pink
The fresh flowers on the cherry tree
And no petals on the ground
Eternal beauty for a day
Düsseldorf
Sunshine over Rhein’s waves
High heels on Rhein boardwalk
Jewelry as a shabby glow
Spring
When half-moon pulls higher again
Looking on clouds
Floated away by the wind
Then also sounds the first green
Again:
Immersion heater in the blood
Of history
Boiling to brown
Then spilling over
Tumbling over
Blazing fiercely everything
-: again
City idyll
On the common land
Between brook and way
Sprouting canine manured
Nettle and dandelion
Dew rolling
Time flying
Human standing
Beech Forest 1
The young green of the beech forest
Unperforated by flowers
The sun feels good in it
And its green light
Beech Forest 2
Vegetating on charred, lifeless wood
Chafed by
Sweat of fear and tears of wrath
Left between the dead
Descent
After the conquered mountain peak
Now follows the descent
Step by step becomes harder
Onto the rest on anemones
German Original:
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