Otto Dix

You - in a coat. And smoke of a cigarette.
Rain. And Berlin’s asphalt covered with water.
Faces look like the portraits of shadows.
Gothic Temple as on the picture.

I am still waiting you at the bathroom.
How long can wait I, when you’ll be near?
But you don’t want come to me, my desired.
I want so much you to make me feel fear.

I am giving for you my bouquets
Made of red tears from my wrist.
And I want to find the answers
To the question ‘What is happyness?’

I’m in hot water and my veins
Don’t feel pain - only blood is streaming.
And the walls with white tiles are pressing.
And I wish, we could say goodbye.

Kick by boot to the lips and lashes
And a kiss like a burning pepper.
Cocaine, heroin and vodka.
You’re the most my favourite German

I am giving for you my bouquets
Made of red tears from my wrist.
And I want to find the answers
To the question ‘What is happyness?’

I am giving for you my bouquets
Made of red tears from my wrist.
And I’m holding in hands the answers
To the question ‘What is happyness?’