Rolf Dieter Brinkmann - Simple Thoughts About My d**h lyrics

He will come, neither with a knife in his hand nor with a roar he will come like someone who happens to pa** by and asks about the time he will come and tip his hat February eleventh nineteenhundredandsixtythree, just past eleven, the morning with no special perspectives, very little light falling into my room, Engelbertstra**e fourth floor and he will come and read the electricity and gas meters he will shut the door, politely like someone who doesn't know his way around in life.