One day baby, we’ll be old…..
Eines Tages, Baby, werden wir alt sein….
I came across this beautiful, young and talented Slam poetry artist named Julia Engelmann, whose words so deeply moved me that I just had to share it here. She has titled it “One day/ Reckoning Song”. It’s a little long, but definately worth reading!
One day, baby, when we’ll be old,
oh baby when we’re old
we’ll think of all the stories that we could have told.
I, I am the master of pranks when it comes to self deception.
I’m a toddler at its best when I face tasks.
I’m a decelerated particle,
let myself be enthused for recklessness,
when lived by someone else.
and I think too much,
I wait too long,
I take too much on me
and I do too little thereof.
I hold myself back too much,
I doubt everything,
I wish I was smart,
But that itself is stupid.
I would like to say so much,
but stay quiet most of the time,
because if I said everything
it would be way too much.
I would like to do so much, my list is so long,
but I’ll never get around everything, so I don’t even start.
Instead, I’m on my smartphone without a plan,
waiting for next Friday,
‘uh, I’ll do that later’
is the baseline of my daily routine
I’m so horribly lazy, like a pebble on the ocean bed,
I’m so horribly lazy, my patron’s is a bastard.
my life is a waiting room, no one calls me up,
I always save my dopamine in case I need it later.
And one day, baby, I’ll be old,
oh baby I’ll be old
and think of all the stories I could’ve told
and you, you loyally mutter every year
anew on new year’s eve
the same old resolutions into your champagne glass
and at the end of December
you realize that you’re right
when you say that you forgot or missed it again this year.
and yet, 2013 should’ve been the first year of the rest of your life
you wanted to lose weight,
get up earlier,
get out more often,
tackle your dreams,
watch the news more often,
for more small-talk and general knowledge
but like every year,
although you didn’t expect it,
the everyday life came in between.
our life is a waiting room, no one calls on you,
we save our dopamine in case we’ll need it later
and we are young and
we have plenty of time,
why should we risk,
we don’t want to make mistakes,
we don’t want to lose anything
and there remains so much to do,
our lists stay long,
and so day after day pass into unknown lands
and one day, baby,
we’ll be old, oh baby we’ll be old
and think of all the stories we could have told
and the stories we’ll tell instead will be sad conjunctives, like
‘once, I almost ran a marathon, and
almost read the Buddenbrooks, and
once I almost stayed up until the clouds turned purple again, and
almost, we almost demasked and saw that we were the same,
and then we almost told each other how much we meant to another’, we’ll say
and we’ll keep it a secret that we were nothing but lazy and
coward, and we’ll wish in secret to stay here just a little bit longer
then when we’re old and our day’s numbered
and that will definitely happen
only then we’ll realise that we had nothing to lose
because the life that we want to lead can only be chosen by us,
so let us write stories that we’ll enjoy telling later
let’s stay up late, climb up the highest roof in the city,
laughing and singing the best songs out of rhythm
let’s throw parties like confetti,
see how they travel to the ground and celebrate the fallen parties
until the clouds have turned purple again,
and let’s believe in ourselves,
I don’t care whether that’s crazy,
and whoever looks can see that courage is just another anagram for fortune
and whoever we used to be, let’s become who we want to be
we’ve already waited far too long, let’s waste some dopamine
The sense of life is living, Casper said that already
Let’s make the most of the night, Ke$a said that already
let’s make plenty of mistakes and learn a lot from them
let’s seed Good now, so that we can harvest Good later
let’s do everything because we can and not because we have to
because now we’re young and alive and anyone can know
and our time will end, that will happen in any case
and until then we’re free and there’s nothing to lose
let’s demask, and see, we’re still the same,
and then we can tell each other that we mean a lot to each other,
because we can choose the life that we want to lead
so let’s go, let’s write stories that we’ll like to tell later
and one day, baby, we’ll be old,
oh baby we’ll be old
and think about all the stories that will always be ours.
One day/ Reckoning song by Julia Engelmann
This translation is taken from this website.
I really hope there will soon be an english translation.