Small Orchestra
Miscellaneous
Stomach ache
The trains of his track,
Stand still at the station.
And his bear lies fallen,
With its back on the platform.
Behind the Lego farms
And the cardboard church,
His football lies red-orange,
Like a setting sun.
And when he shouts then his mother comes,
She gives him something to drink.
He is so sick, he has such a stomach ache,
Because he ate too much.
The trains go and come,
At the dusty station.
She peddles cigarettes,
On a crowded platform.
And in the cloudless sky,
Above concrete shacks ,
Above noisy streets,
The sun burns all day long.
She hasn't sold anything that day
And there is no mother who gives anything.
She is so sick, she has such a stomach ache,
Because she has nothing to eat.

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