(Translation To: Mutter)





The Tears Of A Crowd Of Very Old Children


I String Them On A White Hair


I Throw The Wet Chain Into The Air


And Wish That I Had A Mother


No Sun Shines For Me


There Was No Breast That Cried Milk


There Is A Tube That Sticks In My Throat


I Have No Navel On My Stomach





Mother





I Was Not Allowed To Lick Any Nipples


And There Was No Fold To Hide In


No One Gave Me A Name


Fathered In Haste And Without Sperm


I Have Sworn Tonight


For The Mother That Never Gave Birth To Me


I Will Send Her A Sickness


And Afterwards Let Her Sink In The River





Mother





An Eel Lives In Her Lungs


On My Forehead, A Birthmark


I Remove It With The Kiss Of A Knife


Even If It Causes Me To Die





Mother





An Eel Lives In Her Lungs


On My Forehead, A Birthmark


I Remove It With The Kiss Of A Knife


Even If It Causes Me To Bleed To Death





Mother


Oh Give Me Strength