I eat up the mess on the dish completely. Look, people, how bravely I protest! Though I hiccup, but Iíll become hard like a Rescuer, And was taken for this idea to a detoxification centre. There began to play the music for everybody, And old and young accustomed to keep order - Dance generally gymnastics, But I - fell with momentum like lumberjacks: Play tango - I dance squating. A fish-day was declared - what are we sad about? Whiting with butter into the throat - and we keep silence like fish. Become cheerful: whiting salmon - fraternized, There will come a bird-day - we shall fly, We fall down - so spirits on the injury.
© Elisabeth Jelinek. Translation, 2018