From great knowledge comes only sorrow
From a reckless mind, only ditches and moats
From a beautiful soul, only scabs and lice
From universal love, only mugs in blood
In the sheet on the wind, barefoot into the dew
From fruitless ideas to disembodied guests
From set tables to broken heads
From closed doors to buried beasts

On a parallel track a black satellite flies
It will calm us and save us and bring us peace
Under a rough wing, night at the round table
A red and white poster: “hey, rev up your scooter!”
Come together everyone for the meaningless forum

At the universal congress
How to deal with our delirium?
To wedge our will into idiot land
To sit silently and tap on the table
Because from great knowledge comes only sorrow
From a reckless mind, only ditches and moats