I smile involuntarily and my soul is sad.
Then, stop! Without control the thought circles.
I'm getting up and getting serious.
It's time to become kitsch.
To wear kitsch clothes,
Put kitsch glasses
and sell kitsch hopes.
This is my job. This.
But after it, I can be myself.
To smile, to cry and to embrace,
without being guided by kitsch.
Can people laugh at heart?
My colleagues think about me
I do not care anymore.
If they want me to point you!
If they want me, they'll make my rumors!
Out of work live people walk with me!
From our kitsch, we make a scene!
I like to be uncontrolled.
Hem crying, smile smiling.
I like to wander in the twilight!
Goodbye and Kisses ...