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Wysses Papier

I nime dyni chatz & schüttle se uus
Bis aus us ihre useflügt
Wo sie je us myre hand gfrässe het
& Schpeter chlopf i no dr teppich uus
& Fing i im teppich es haar vo mir
De schtecken i ′s eifach y
Wüu nüt söu dir bösi erinnerig sy
Verrate, was i bi gsi für di
Säg nid, dass das nid nötig wär
Am aafang isch 's eifach, ersch schpeter wird′s schwär
We wieder uuftoucht, was früecher isch gsi
De no lieber so rein & so dumm sy wie wysses papier
I wirde i zuekunft o ne angere sy
Aus dä, wo du i mir hesch gseh
Die hose, wo du mir glismet hesch
Die bring i am rote chrütz verby
I frisse am bode, frisse mit de händ
& Glotze i d'glotze & chotze a d'wänd
Aus wo di schyssig macht, das loben i mir
I wirde eifach & rein & so dumm sy wie wysses papier
Nid emau ds meer chan i wieder gseh
Wo dr wind dyni haar vermisst
Wo jedi wäue e süüfzer
& Jedes sandchorn am schtrand e blick vo dir isch
Am liebschte wär i en aschtronout
& Flügti uf schtärne, wo gar nüt vertrout
& Versout isch dür ne berüehrig vo dir
I wirde nie meh so rein & so dumm sy wie wysses papier

White Paper

In my name, shake your cat and chase it out
Until it flies out of your reach
Where she ate out of my hand
And later, I'll still knock out the carpet
And in the carpet, I'll find a hair of mine
Then I'll simply stick it in
Because nothing should give you bad memories
Reveal what I was for you
Don't say that it's not necessary
At first it's easy, only later it becomes more difficult
When what used to be reappears
Then I'd rather be as pure and as stupid as white paper
In the future, I'll also be different
From the one you saw me as
The pants that you ironed for me
I'll take them to the Red Cross
I'll eat on the floor, eat with my hands
And stare at the TV and throw tantrums at the walls
Whatever makes you crazy, I praise that in myself
I'll simply be pure and stupid like white paper
I can't even see the ocean again
Where the wind misses your hair
Where every wave is a sigh
And every grain of sand on the beach is a glance of yours
I'd most like to be an astronaut
And fly to stars that are not familiar at all
And are salted by a touch of yours
I'll never again be as pure and as stupid as white paper