The ball hid in the close-clipped grass. One second interval in the field and in the ether... They play according to the system "double-w", - But I spit on it, - with us it is "Four-two-four". Oh Insider! For him - what is football, what is ballet, He always plays the right wing, - There is no fairness in the world and on the field - That is why I always play on the left. The ball hid in the close-clipped grass. One second interval in the field and in the ether... They play according to the system "double-w", - But I spit on it, - with us it is "Four-two-four". Now the insider scored a goal, receiving an exact pass. I wish that he’d met me on the way, - I cannot. My trainer placed me as reserve, But he got on as if he’d break the feet. The ball hid in the close-clipped grass. One second interval in the field and in the ether... They play according to the system "double-w", - But I spit on it, - with us it is "Four-two-four". It doesn’t matter! I wait a little, And though I don’t get a flat from the team - I’ll catch with him up today, I’ll catch up, - I may not win the world football championship. The ball hid in the close-clipped grass. One second interval in the field and in the ether... They play according to the system "double-w", - But I spit on it, - with us it is "Four-two-four". It doesn’t matter! After the match I wait for him - And then we have a little talk without a judge, - I’ll make a mess, I feel it in my heart - I’ll hit From the reserve bench the bench before the court. The ball hid in the close-clipped grass. One second interval in the field and in the ether... They play according to the system "double-w", - But I spit on it, - with us it is "Four-two-four".
© Elisabeth Jelinek. Translation, 2018