Today here, tomorrow there,
I'm hardly here, I have to leave,
I never complained about it.
I chose it myself,
I never counted the years,
I never asked about yesterday or tomorrow.
Sometimes I dream heavily
and then I think
it's time to stay and now
to do something completely different.
Year after year passes
and it has long been clear to me
that nothing remains, that nothing remains
as it was.
That I am hardly missed,
forgotten after just a few days,
when I am long gone elsewhere,
does not bother or concern me.
Perhaps my face
will remain in the minds of one or two people.
Sometimes I dream heavily
and then I think
it's time to stay and now
to do something completely different.
Year after year passes
and it has long been clear to me
that nothing remains, that nothing remains
as it was.
If someone asks me why
I am the way I am, I remain silent,
because I find it difficult to answer.
Because what is new becomes old
and what was true yesterday,
is no longer true today or tomorrow.
Sometimes I dream heavily
and then I think
it's time to stay and now
to do something completely different.
Year after year passes
and it has long been clear to me
that nothing remains, that nothing remains
as it was.
