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Uwe Kolbe

Melancholy (The Crisis)

Machines for measuring things have all gone bad.
The emotions go out to find a better one.
The rupture in this world has grown immense.
Hollowness struts in triumph through the streets.
Bell ringing out over snow: go fuck yourself.

Melancholie (Die Krise)

Melancholie (Die Krise)

Das Maß ist falsch, und die Gefühle
gehn aus, sich eins zu holen. Der Bruch
immens, Parade geht das Stroh.
Ach leck mich, Glockenton im Schnee.
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Melancholy (The Crisis)

Machines for measuring things have all gone bad.
The emotions go out to find a better one.
The rupture in this world has grown immense.
Hollowness struts in triumph through the streets.
Bell ringing out over snow: go fuck yourself.

Melancholy (The Crisis)

Machines for measuring things have all gone bad.
The emotions go out to find a better one.
The rupture in this world has grown immense.
Hollowness struts in triumph through the streets.
Bell ringing out over snow: go fuck yourself.
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