Die Fensterscheibe
The Windowpane

Ulrich

I was washing the windows before the spring fair
So the sun'd see its reflection there.
I was washing and thinking of this and of that,
When who should go by - quite the aristocrat!

So surprised by what had just come to pass,
I went and broke that darn pane of glass;
In no time at all there was blood everywhere,
All over my hands, but I didn't care.

I didn't mind losing a bit of blood,
Or the pain that came from that nasty cut;
You gave a look up to where I was stood
When you heard the glass break - my, that felt good!

And I looked down, right into your eyes;
Dear God, how long since I last won that prize?
You never even gave me a glance
The time you broke my heart and took your chance.....