Rolf Dieter Brinkmann - Change of Seasons lyrics

The firm breasts of seventeen-year-old pullover-wearing girls are more beautiful in the rain, the way they hop hidden under the light nylon jackets while jumping over the puddles on the sidewalk. Who still thinks about daring metaphors in the face of so many possibilities of expression for one and the same picture And before the afternoon disappears in umbrellas, high shoes and sou'westers the season is changing.