Torn (English version)

[Samanta_Stochla]

Forsythia is in bloom
foxes are on the run.
Spring is here
as birds sing every day.

But you prefer
your three beers.
And a hangover for breakfast.

You say: I am tearing walls
for you. But I prefer
when you're tearing
my clothes.
Nothing else.

You gave me a rose
before we ate dinner.
This memory will stay
as birds sing every day.

Translation by Caroline Casey