Alle 54 Texte von Roger-Bôtan

Bosque nocturno (N. Zabolotskiy) ¡Oh bosque triste, música nocturna De violoncelos y órganos secretos, Oh triste caravana taciturna De robles y de inmóviles abetos! El día fue agitado. Las coscojas Fueron...

A sprinter was able to sprint As fast as a bird on the wind, Though his ass and two legs Had between them square eggs And were neither feathered nor winged.

High lords were received by the queen. Their hair was amazingly green: She could see that, because They wore pants made of gauze, Through which no great things could be seen.

Man sieht sie öfters da, inmitten Des zähen Bier- und Harngestanks — Den Hund, das Girl und die zwei Punks. Wär ich ein Mensch von guten Sitten, So würd ich sagen: Die vier Hunde. Doch heutzutage, Gott sei Dank, Sind...