For too many people in a lift or regional bus
Or just a room
For the wreath of galaxies, veils, mists and their black holes
For my own brain, some insects
Women, their moods and votes
For boiling water, membranes, scissors, breathing
For most trivialities
Big and bigger
For the discontent of my parents
Then from pulpits in barracks
People threatened with hell and narrow gates
For some sounds
And the living with those sounds
For emails and sms
For envelopes on my table
Been afraid of everything
Always been afraid of everything
Been afraid of everything
Always been afraid of everything
For dreams and demons
For exclusion and almost all unknowns
For the elements
For people and country
For big crowds, for the doorbell and for punishment
For patented madmen and some family members
School, and everything that had to come after it
For the sight that I offer and do not want to offer
For the distress of innate shame
Been afraid of everything
Always been afraid of everything
Been afraid of everything
Always been afraid of everything
For the truth
Or rather the dynamics of hard facts
For the future, the past
The bouncing here and now
For types that play with knives
For animals although not the most
For people who say they are free from all fears
For thoughts
Other people’s or own
Spool, height, blankets, depth
Everything that escapes language
Suspicions of anything
For God still
For my passion
Always been afraid of everything
Not without obligation but with good reason
Always convinced for everything, high in the breath
Purely frightened in the doctrine to the marrow
Off to the stupid and futile
With blinkers and dog loyalty
Always been afraid of everything
Been afraid of everything
Always been afraid of everything
Been afraid of everything
Always been afraid of everything
For both the big handle
Last but not least, ragged edges
Smallest particles, neutrons, electrons
Everything bigger than the receding Self
For atmospheres and whistling
And the security, also at home
To lose everything in an instant
For buildings without windows
Before dying, all dead
Perhaps a little less for death
For this observation
For establish
For children who ask questions
But even more for those questions
Been afraid of everything
Always been afraid of everything
Been afraid of everything
Always been afraid of everything
But not for you
Not for you
‘Voor Alles Bang Geweest‘ ~Wende-lyrics by Joost Zwagerman~
As you can see it’s not in English, though I’ve translated the lyrics, albeit probably badly….I take no responsibility in the accuracy, or inaccuracy as the case may be, for the translation by Google translate. We all know how it can turn words into meaning anything but what intended, but I think you’ll get the idea. Thanks to Vrir for sharing this with me. ♥♥♥
