(Translation To: Mutter) The tears of a crowd of very old children I string them on a white hair I throw the wet chain into the air and wish that I had a mother no sun shines for me There was no breast that cried milk There is a tube that sticks in my throat I have no navel on my stomach Mother I was not allowed to lick any nipples and there was no fold to hide in no one gave me a name fathered in haste and without sperm I have sworn tonight For the mother that never gave birth to me I will send her a sickness and afterwards let her sink in the river Mother An eel lives in her lungs on my forehead, a birthmark I remove it with the kiss of a knife even if it causes me to die Mother An eel lives in her lungs on my forehead, a birthmark I remove it with the kiss of a knife even if it causes me to bleed to death Mother Oh give me strength