Ich warte (English Translation)

I’m waiting with closed eyes
waiting for the morning
I’m waiting for the cleaner
to dispose of the flower waste

I’m waiting for the waitress
moons are what I’ve ordered...
I’m waiting throughout the newspaper
until it’s time for the world

I’m waiting with the ballpoint pen
for ideas to strike
I’m waiting waiting waiting
until it’s time to return

I’m waiting in the gaps in between
allegedly unprotected
I’m waiting for the new language
that that will be of use to me

I’m waiting for the dopamines
that have been internally promised
I’m waiting for the vision
that the film finally begins

I’m waiting at the machine
waiting for my money
I’m waiting until a lump of cosmic junk
crashes down at my feet

I’m waiting touching black keys
because white as yet is wrong
I’m waiting waiting further waiting waiting unperturbed

I’m waiting for the cat’s gait’s racket
I’m waiting for the fishes’ song
I’m waiting for the single big
irrepressible gong

I’m waiting for the dark masses
between the stars still undiscovered
I’m waiting for the saucers
kept in the Andes by the Nazis under cover

I’m waiting at the edge of the world
where even atoms feel giddy
I’m waiting right by the black hole
I’m waiting waiting still waiting
I’m waiting undeterred

I’m waiting for my iceberg tip
at the end of all physics
for November heat
and for things that don’t exist
I’m waiting waiting incessantly
ultimately for music

I’m waiting for the one
who has truly earned her name
was always there is always right
for the one who excavates the sun
who suspends the law of graves
I am waiting for her who tactlessly harvests
dripping honey
dancing barefoot without slipper
who note for note eludes rigidity
appears immediately familiar to all
I’m waiting for her to open doors gates sluices
until in a cloudburst – reveille fanfare –
unexpected she leaps out in ambush
I’m hoping she’ll instigate a hymn
I’m waiting for there to be nothing left to wait for
life is not an error, not error and music
I’m waiting
I’m waiting still