Sans paroles /只是在murmur
Enes Beydilli 图片: https://www.pexels.com/zh-cn/photo/22845596/
In Europe you easily lose your personage, for an equal amount of viewing A "Schein" place of it Me, as a foreigner Never seem to be my own foreigner enough
While in foreign countries you yourself become foreign
A volumne easily ignored
Preoccupied by so many viewings You are foreign to them in two aspects
At least
Soaking in foreigness You become foreign everywhere so that English became a warm gas oil lamp You use it to light up your way ahead They smell it
The oil gas lamp The integration tries to separate lands
As a joint no more So the island people become foreign to one another No archipelagos built High goal of all initiation Illusion spill out Broken hemisphere all integration calls for equality's sake. My body stays awake, although it keeps calling for unnameable yearning of return
Return to where? My cells rebel to get rebirth every night, regardless of place exchange.
Me to them
Altogether a bird singing in a wrong cage
Refuse to be
Wired
Be settled
On a certain string
Strings of memories
Attached as archipelagos
Whenever we do not share the same ideologies
That's no Problem
Then we just build another one
And in that dream
That spaceship without censorship
All earth is forgotten and
United as one
When one morning you wake up
You are walking about
Talking like overheated porridge (Herum heißen Brei)
You to them
all birds flocked together
Nothing different from those
flying over from the US continent
It is the afghan the Iran the island behind
Waters
Crossing them Thousands of boundaries
Lanes
Waves
Nights
Dreams without censorship
A new Manchuria
Waste land for nothing
Came ashore
Vonlontariant
Un enfant sans gare
But how can they tune a melody to suite to their likings
No truth for your identity
If your birthplace carries no license
They cannot invent a cultural censorship for you
Beyond imagination and far beyond any truth The world has ever known
They can't help
Just like tired men do
They put you and your identity into a dark china jar
Giving it a tag
Exhibit
We all do
We all invent a truth for all foreigners
Like we knew it all better
All the way up
From the beginning
Open up the cage
Or
Corsage
