Rolf Dieter Brinkmann - Secret Souvenirs lyrics

The hook which slowly bends or the razorblade the razorblade that touches at the wrist and leaves behind a small wound the pliers, they tear at the eyes the steel pliers the feather it quivers at the bulging neck, pink-colored scars and an initial, silent bleeding and the picture the picture from the communion the long, wrinkled suit the ear of van Gogh saved in a small red silk-lined box under the bed.