Till Lindemann's 'Messer' - 'Der Alte Mann Trägt Ein Brett'

Oh, ye of little faith.

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The Old Man Carries a Board

The old man carries a board
Kindly
Shuts off the light and the door
The fans whisper
A small animal growls in the corner
But how good is the rain
Insects hide within
So is a cricket
He thinks
Closes his eyes and smells sawdust
He kisses her
Puts his nose beneath her chin
She smells like fish
His hands cover
Her buttocks with soup
He crosses his hands
The hands swing long
She lets them fall
She is heavy
He cannot hold her
Searches for a grip
Worries that he will stay in her
It is dark but possible
Outline of a machine like a table
He carries her to its shadow
There towards the cricket
Throws her upon the cold iron
Wants to grab at her hair
The cricket cries
The old man turns on the light and turns off the saw
She lifts up his hand
And gives it to him
He smells it
It smells like fish

Notes: Elaborate translation, this is very bare-bones.

Comments: What.