Nachdem Etosha ihren Bistro-Poetry-Beitrag noch ins Hochdeutsche übersetzte, kann ich hier vielleicht eine eigenwillige Google-Übersetzung meines Beitrags beisteuern.
Confusing Feeling - A Youth Memory
Today is my day! You want with me
On instruction verzichten
We go lively in the school accomodation
The pocket money destroy
A nice tavern has already up
We are the first customers
Soon the fate takes its run
Purely nothing at all is invented
We sit down, my heart knocks wild
You do not know that however
Oh you, you my dreams picture
Now I see you of face
You order Cola and I also
For our rancherbreakfast
I have still nothing in the belly
But lovemystik is enough to me!
We plaudern over this and that
That is all the same to me
Much more important is, I feel there something
For the first time
The indication is already enough for me
I am like never blessed
Which I feel there is gentle pressure
At my left knee
The waiter comes at our table
The ice in the glass clinks
Your view is cool nearly as a fish
Now I am nevertheless confused
Can it be that you are too shy,
Encouragement you're missing?
Which is it you at me missed
So that what goes forward?
I talk soon about leisure joys
And lovely benefits
Soon of music and beautiful people
Want you the time sweet
Because we now get appetite
Immediately a second course is ordered
Taken away of many speeches completely
Decision I - oh what costs the world -
A couple white sausages around ten
That fits already marvelously
We want not go also still at all
Physics eh senselessly, clearly
My left knee becomes still
From yours gently affects
I wonder a little nevertheless
That you that does not geniert
Let you by your hair paint
And me with your lips refresh
For today for me it is enough
You seem to have me dear
The white sausage steams, I will it
For you erotisch zutzeln
And if you move then your knee
Leave I you somewhat brutzeln
Thought - done! I give me Müh',
To entice you artful
But somehow ten is too early
It does not want to function
My left knee still feels
Making happy the Touch
In me cries jubilant: „Gimme more! “
I talk far rubbish
The sweet mustard leck' I meanwhile
Genüsslich of the lips
But between us is there a wedge
I may not sip at you
First you are shyly, then immune
Lets tempt you to nothing
Which I can still do arms now,
Am I to argue with you?
Now you rise, I am confused
Not because you make that now
No - it's certain, I have erred
That YOU kindle the feeling
You are now away, at this place
For small king tigers
I feel at the knee at the left there
Still this fever
As can be, I become moved
I am nevertheless still with senses
Fast considers and me bent
There cannot which tune
And indeed - it must be like that -
My knee has counter-pressure
But not by noble man leg
Drive highly with a jerk
Promisefully at the left knee
I see it suddenly
Never was that from you
It was the tables leg
Wildly feeling of embarrassingness storms,
Thoughts intensively
There now only honesty helps
I was probably too lasziv
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