Telefon [English translation]

When finally, in a small bag,

you stumble upon me

You'll find an address and a phone number

And drop in like a fly into custard

I'll allow you to walk on my head

Only you, only you

Sled, skis, skates, the Sun

Neverending sales

Shops, shelves, a TV set

Only [to/for] you, only you

Only you, only you

Only you, only you

All the embarrassments and delights

All the dawns and mornings

Words stuck in the throat

Whispers that suddenly went silent

All the affairs of wizards

All the sand straight from Hel

Poems that I won't write

All my seven wishes

When I finally say them out loud

Only [to] you, only you

Everything that can be dreamed

Colourful cherry blossoms

An echo stolen from the woods

My 'I don't know' and lack of time

Evening desserts somewhere by the river

And excursions made too far

Stupid telephones, deaf [deaf phone = dead line]

And that which escaped through the ear

My escapes, your children

All the suddenly important things

All the embarrassments and delights

All the pops of a black record

Words stuck in the throat

Whispers that suddenly went silent

All the pops of a black record

Only [to/for] you, only you

Only you

• Artist:Myslovitz