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Once I was an old poet with a secret passive for the trappet But this was the old good time when lovely Chopin was still mine After he left (it was terribly sad) I became all at once As Romanian as mad I quickly departed for the north Where painting forks was still worth it Is this were I first met you oh you didn't have a clue But already you were charming and couldn't help but keep dreaming And soon we became cousins while cultivating giant beans Songtexte We had our first flight together in the back of your father We visited the neighbourhood which made a gloomy Kafka change his mood And then he wrote a funny book about the love of Dave and Brook A cute waitress was passing by building totems filled with taboos I caught her hand she called my friend and we decided to wait and see But if a button could close a door while the blue moon's on the dance floor And if your name could sound like nothingness where there's no god to bless And the piano suddenly wept we left what we've always kept And died slowly without singing the cello and the sun and the forks smiling Aus Songtexte Mania