Guest
Sophie Hunger - Walzer für Niemand Nobody comes in and sits down Foot on the table, hand beneath chin Nobody eats my breakfast hungrily Nobody is always too early Nobody, I have presents for you What would I have become if you did not exist My collected works, there you are, everything belongs to you Nobody, nobody knows me like you do By all means, I admit it all No disappointment, not a single time But nothing matters to you anyway Nobody, do you see, I do not grow anymore My hands are feet, nobody look here Soon I will be nothing and what remains is your humble self Nobody, what, what do you want? Always you are here Nobody, what, what do you want from me from me from me?
