I am delighted, the soul sings! The opponents have died out, And the subconscious surrenders To generally accepted wisdoms. But is our first record - Really worn out? Now, what shall we do, Marinka! Thatís life - unique, unique, unique! My thirty-three - hanging on my neck, I have taken down the record of Davis. I want to perish for you in combat, in the trenches - At the age of Christ. And you alone are guilty Of the births of your own children! I love you with the love of a brother, And maybe - even more!
© Elisabeth Jelinek. Translation, 2018