Ich sitze im Zug - Sitting in the train

(two language poem)

Ich sitze im Zug,
er fährt
und Lichter ziehen entlang.
Strings und Brans
brausen durch die Mikrowelt.
Die Dimensionen ziehen vorbei.
Aufgewickelt erwarten sie
die nächste Vorstellung.

Sitting in the train, my feet get cold, honey,
sitting in the train, my feet get cold, babe,
sitting in the train, my feet get cold;
I have just forgotten, what I told, honey, baby, mine.

Lights are flying outside all the way, honey,
lights are flying outside all the way, babe,
lights are flying outside all the way,
I take some pictures all the day, honey, baby, mine.

Lights drag along with strings and branes, honey,
lights drag along with strings and branes, babe,
lights drag along with strings and branes,
I’m on my way without any gains, honey baby, mine.

Strings and branes roar through the microworld, honey,
strings and branes roar through the microworld, babe,
strings and branes roar through the microworld,
dimensions are passing and wrapped and curled, honey, baby, mine.

Sitting in the train, my feet get cold, honey,
sitting in the train, my feet get cold, babe,
sitting in the train, my feet get cold;
lights are fast and the time is old, honey, baby, mine.

For the form, see also: http://www.songsforteaching.com/folk/crawdadsong.php Crawdad song, traditional