If possible, I would close my eyes
be taken by the hand
by my dreams, follow them
into a new heaven
where I forget my sorrows

If possible, I would travel
in my imagination
build palaces, grow
love and hope overnight
and erase the pain

In the world, oppression
misery and suffering
cloud the faces
What people build
is destroyed

In the world, autocrats
are building ever higher walls
They crush dream after dream
put darkness and greed
in our hearts

This is what it is about
the field, the floor
clearly visible
in the meantime

without an audience
the breaks between
exercise and cleaning
after the game

when stadium and theater
are lying empty in the light
Dust is snowing
in the drizzle

After the show there is nothing
but the vanity
of the game
and your own thoughts

nothing but field and floor
the polished reality
in which we perform our lives
- in drizzle and snowing dust