Goodbye
Donnerstag, den 8. November 2007goodbye my friends, I have to leave,
the thunderstorm has gone,
farewell I wave my enemies,
you were not all that strong.
take care my love, I’m whispering,
for you this rose went by,
I can’t resist your gender games,
nor will I ever try.
and thanks my dog, last fondling,
you’ve been a trusted soul,
I close the door, leave you inside,
and feeling really cruel.
goodbye to goods and properties,
I throw it all away,
not gold, nor jewels nor cars nor bucks,
could ever make me stay.
(Michael Heinbockel)
