don’t smile, don’t sit comfortably,
don’t ask for champagne,
the plane will fall.
have you got another opinion?
you must change it in this case.

look at that bird
its claws gripping the window side
it will never give up scratching,
it will break its beak
but finally it will succeed.

the island of happiness disappeared,
it drowned.
the ocean breeze was the only one left,
but you’ll never reach it

the truth came out,
do not have any hope
to be saved.
the destination is another one than
you knew until now.

You’ll come to an end torn apart
by that angry bird
from across the window
and if you look a little thoroughly,
even inside you.