MR. ZIMMERMANN
I do not speak, I simply walk
Through the vague and mysterious world
The heart burns, it still aches
As I pass through the pestilence of cities

The whole world is filled with speculation
That vast world they say is round
They will rip your mind from contemplation
And dance on your misfortunes when you are down

I do not speak, I simply walk
I eat pig fat in a city of pigs
The heart burns, it still aches
One day you will be happy to have me around

They will crush you with wealth and power
At every waking moment you might collapse
But I will make the most of the last hour I have
I will avenge my father’s death, and then I’ll pull back

I do not speak, I simply walk
Hand me my walking stick
The heart burns, it still aches
I must distance you from my sad thoughts