Irgendwann
Konstantin Wecker
Someday
Someday it must be,
and then I'll give a damn about home,
leave everything as it is,
sails will be hoisted.
And then simply across the sea
and following the birds.
A few kilos of cocaine,
escaping the mundane world.
Targeting fat bodies,
philosopher and sexy beast,
monk and warrior - at night on the beach
I paint verses in the sand.
In the last paradises
melt away once more in happiness.
Quickly, before the dream fades,
because stupidity has won.
No checks and no banks,
swaying through life for free,
only speaking with the fish,
because they don't interrupt me.
Daily sick and recovering,
drinking to the splendor.
Great colorful magical beings
watch over my night.
Hourly sunset,
and in the distance a saxophone.
Incomparably sweet sound -
Mariano's magic tone.
But something forces me
to come home, to stay here,
to love, hate, and wear myself out
in this barren land.
No matter how much the sun laughs,
so much lies fallow here.
I still have some things to do -
later, for sure, I'll come back.
And then simply across the sea
and following the birds.
A few kilos of cocaine,
escaping the mundane world.
