cans

When I talk to my mother

I tell her I am really good

I can’t tell her the truth

.

Tage aus Konservendosen

Bunker am Strand

vor endlosem Himmel

You want to come for a walk?

.

Während ihr Luftschlösser baut

hier niemand mehr

am Strand

ziehn wir die Schuhe nicht aus

Kameras im Rücken

laufen wir uns frei

schweigend im Sand

ein kaputter Fußball

Unsere Schritte funken zurück

.

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