Rolf Dieter Brinkmann - This Room lyrics

This room is much too cramped to breathe in, in which I drown in red plush, you ask about me, who I am, I am ancient, the answer is correct, exact, I sit deep in the plush, I breathe dust, you see I am the voice deep in the plush, I breathe deep, and when you ask, then who am I, I'm the fly on the wall, which slowly sinks, I'm the clock, which runs backwards in this room, much too cramped in this crypt of red plush, and should you ask again, who sits in the plush I call after you out of red plush, out of red material, I am the material ancient the material, the answer correct, exact.