There
has been
So many years
Over a hundred
Over a thousand
Since
first that Mariazell
Appeared to us
A strange feeling
It
holds us still
Even when underwear
Has to be patched
The
house has been much cleaner
The air has been much sweeter
So
filled with the music of a
Piano being played
Oh the chopin of
anger
Oh the Beethoven
of solitude
Oh the piano being played
Making the air much
sweeter
So this year has come
And though you have your love
The
piano that you play
And the female who you adore
The aristocrat
in you
Begs not to be disturbed
There is something I must
say
There is something the world must say
To you, you
idiot
Megane without emotion
Neat freak without a cause
I do
indeed see and must indeed say
This last thing
Happy birthday Roderich Edelstein