Citizens! Why are you pushing, Scandal and quarrel come to a head - Do you want to sit down? Do you have a long way? I leave you the seat, for goodness’ sake! Citizens, even drunken ones, We are all constant passengers: We live, we tear off tickets, We all go in our lives by tramway... Do you feel crowded? And bad language is in vain - Why do you not move on forward? Obviouly you won’t get anywhere with him... I am not your comrade. All the feet have been trampled on, There is already a hole as big as a fist in the tunic. Wake up this man - He sings foul language in his sleep. Citizens! Life is ending - The third round got of with no results! "Oh you, comrade, a fine - settles the scores! No? Then - drive ahead..."
© Elisabeth Jelinek. Translation, 2018