Symphoman [English translation]

Over two rubber soles

He pulls down his skinny jeans.

In his apple-red jacket,

with two double-basses

in his hands,

He kicks into boxes of flat notes,

He doesn't care for style,

hasnt been long at school,

But he glides like a Jumbo between the soundwalls,

It makes a sort of maze all around his house.

People think him a bit strange,

But Symphoman was born from some forgotten dream,

that fizzes there in my ear

like the bubbles in a glass of Mozart-Soda.

At John-Sebastian's snack,

He can be met sometimes,

He orders a crisps -piano

and a habanera ice-cream.

He be bop a lula drives,

doesn't care for style, he is not gifted for that,

But he glides like a Jumbo between the soundwalls,

It makes a sort of maze all around his house..

People think him a bit strange,

But Symphoman was born from some forgotten dream,

that fizzes there in my ear

like the bubbles in a glass of Mozart-Soda.

• Artist:William Sheller
• Album:Symphoman (1977)