My love
Has told me
That he needs me.
That’s why
I take good care of myself
Watch out where I’m going and
Fear that any drop of rain
Might kill me.
Bertolt Brecht (1898 – 1956)
My love
Has told me
That he needs me.
That’s why
I take good care of myself
Watch out where I’m going and
Fear that any drop of rain
Might kill me.
Bertolt Brecht (1898 – 1956)