Feral Friends
La petite Garçon
hiked for three days
he speaks with perfect diction
but can't remember his name
wo ist seinen Vatti?
tot und stumm und blind
he wandered through the country
er ist nur ein kleines Kind.
La petit Freire
wore a long cotton dress
he speaks in chicken-tongue
and sleeps in a fish net
wo ist sein Mutti?
tot und stumm und blind
he wandered into the dark
and took a little swim.
Where are you now?
Where've you been?
ich wuenche am die Sterne
they sit together
with blood spangled chins.
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