-1-
I wanted to gift your swaying body a bottle of perfume,
But the perfume is as sad as the shops of Heidelberg,
And its historic castle.
-2-
Germany is gloomy on this Good Friday.
Everything in it suffers from desolation,
Even my visiting heart,
And the kohl in your eyes.
3-
Only the church of Colón
refused to close its doors
Like the mouths of passers-by
Its mournful hymns wounded the throats of the worshippers,
And plunged them into pain.
-4-
My faith compelled me to enter…
It carried me to her, as I carry you in my arms…
But a priest, tyrannical as a monkey,
Ordered me to move away from the worshippers’ seats,
And made me kneel in the corner…
-5-
I am a stranger in Germany…
Neither the church stones know me, nor the priests’ tyranny…
Introduce me to them…
Tell them: This is my beloved,
Love him as you love your Lord. The sky,
And the face of God shines forth...
Your German is as firm as our hands,
And your angelic smile erases hatred
With a single chirp...
And you are most like
The enchanting women of Germany.
-6-
A single word from you...
Brings closer the holiday,
And turns sadness into joy...
And brings back the lights to the shops.
I want a bottle of perfume...
And all I have is your saliva!
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