Ankomme Freitag, den 13. English translation
von Reinhard Mey

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There is a rattling in the mail slot, it is a quarter past seven
Where on earth have my shoes gone? Not under the pillow and not in the wastepaper basket
I could swear they were there yesterday

Well then, not then, I'll just go barefoot
My glasses are gone too, they're lying safely in the drain
The bathtub, as always, but I can see well without them
And the glasses last longer if I take care of them

So I stumble through the hallway to the letter slot
I fall over my dachshunds and find a telegram
I read it as I get up with a transfigured expression
Arriving, Friday the 13th at 2 p.m., Christine
Arriving, Friday the 13th at 2 p.m., Christine


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Six and a half hours left, it's half past seven now
Above all: keep calm, and systematically and carefully
First get dressed, hold on, wash first
There I find the Slippers in the pajama pockets

The phone rings: "No, I swear, wrong number

I'm definitely not Alfons Yondrascheck"

Four and a half hours left

Take out the trash can, go to the grocery store

Re-cover the pillow and sew a button on the pants

Change the tablecloth, it's completely torn

Probably the criminal dachshund's fault

And he probably did the same to the curtains

Arrival, Friday the 13th at 2 p.m., Christine

Arrival, Friday the 13th at 2 p.m., Christine

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There's no time to tidy up, I'm putting everything in the chest


Dishes, ashtray, shirts, there, now I have peace

Wait, I remembered, I promised her so firmly

On the day she comes back, I wanted to cook her something

Even though I don't cook can, I want to try it for her
I don't know anything about baking either, but I bake her a cake anyway
A look in the fridge, there's only my alarm clock in there
Back down to the grocery store and the bakery

In the elevator and pushed to the ground floor
The elevator gets stuck, the dachshund goes crazy
After three quarters of an hour, they free me from the cabin
Arrive, Friday the 13th at 2 p.m., Christine
Arrive, Friday the 13th at 2 p.m., Christine

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Tie up the dachshund in front of the store, but they let me in
I buy something to eat and three bottles of wine
A duck to go with it, I cook duck with oranges
For the cake, a baking pan, a handful of raisins

"Would you like 20 pfennigs more? In one piece or in slices?"
"It doesn't matter to me, I forgot the money, would you please write it down?"
I put everything in the bag, "Careful, don't touch the handle
Otherwise they'll run away!" Well, I'll be careful

Commotion outside the door, the dachshund has broken free
And bit a policeman out of sheer high spirits
Then my bag bursts and the avalanche rolls
Arrival, Friday the 13th at 2 p.m., Christine
Arrival, Friday the 13th at 2 p.m., Christine

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"Are you the owner of this dachshund? Please show me your papers"
This is particularly embarrassing for me because I always lose papers
I curse, I cry, I negotiate and laugh
"We know how it is, come with me to the station"

At this time the duck should have been roasting for ten minutes
And maybe the cake would have been a good idea for me for once
And I'm sitting at the station, and today of all days
And I was so shamelessly looking forward to seeing her again

Maybe she's already here and no one is opening the door for her
Now it's twenty past four, now everything's ruined
Then I look at the calendar and I'm shocked
Today is only the 12th and Thursday

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