Orange Cream Chapstick

Again!


Erich Kaestner

The year is small and is still in the cradle.
Santa went home in his forest. But it still smells
for donuts on the stairs.
The year is small and is still in the cradle.
You stand at the window and is getting old.

freeze the blackbirds. And starve the crows.
And the man has his love
Not long after the empty fields sheaves.
The world is black and white, without colors. And so
would like yellow and blue and red.

surrounded by children like the Pied Piper,
dances proudly on the ice in January. The Buzzard
draws the circles close and closer.
It means that the days would get longer.
Man does not notice. And it's still true. The clouds bring snow

from foreign countries.
And no one stops her and asks inches. New Year's
heard on all channels,
that also change some things under heaven
and, except us, will be much better.

The year is small and is still in the cradle.
is Yet hundreds of thousands of years old.
It dreams of peace. Or's dreams of war?
The year is small and is still in the cradle.
dies And in a year. And that is soon.