He puts the microphone back in the stand
fumbles for the pole and seeks the holder
with swollen fingers and a gout-broken arm
he barely hits, so that the microphone sticks
it didn't fall onto the stage floor this time
he sighs with relief and strokes his forehead
the short-cut hair is streaked with grey
even in white on some lots
the sweat trickles and runs down the eyes
he has to reach up with his fingertip and brush away a tear
he has just sung of weeping and proclaimed pain
it is the last time he meets them
those whom he has had as friends in his audience
he knows that his cold room awaits, where there is none
his dirty shoes shall be kicked into a corner
and he wants to lie down on the unmade sofa
He has no bed, and no decorative mirror at all
he has never had a need to mirror himself
the last blow will soon sound
and he will take off his black jacket and his white shirt
where, in his solitude, he will finally be able to see himself
in a kind of heavenly ring that reflects the light
who he has always said he loves
even though he has lived in darkness all his life
he thanks him and bids: now go well, my dears
The ring has ended and there will be no more
his name is written on the fingers of the Almighty
and his voice will soon be heard in another choir
where his deep bass will come into its own.
fumbles for the pole and seeks the holder
with swollen fingers and a gout-broken arm
he barely hits, so that the microphone sticks
it didn't fall onto the stage floor this time
he sighs with relief and strokes his forehead
the short-cut hair is streaked with grey
even in white on some lots
the sweat trickles and runs down the eyes
he has to reach up with his fingertip and brush away a tear
he has just sung of weeping and proclaimed pain
it is the last time he meets them
those whom he has had as friends in his audience
he knows that his cold room awaits, where there is none
his dirty shoes shall be kicked into a corner
and he wants to lie down on the unmade sofa
He has no bed, and no decorative mirror at all
he has never had a need to mirror himself
the last blow will soon sound
and he will take off his black jacket and his white shirt
where, in his solitude, he will finally be able to see himself
in a kind of heavenly ring that reflects the light
who he has always said he loves
even though he has lived in darkness all his life
he thanks him and bids: now go well, my dears
The ring has ended and there will be no more
his name is written on the fingers of the Almighty
and his voice will soon be heard in another choir
where his deep bass will come into its own.
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