With shining eyes, I stand there
butterflies in the stomach, cold sweat in hair
free beer drinking, standing
eaten After endless hours of waiting
forget Just before the concert
text leaves wrinkling by timid trembling
crunching crackling with passages durchwispern
An endorphin-waves through flood end quake
securing on-cloud-seven lifted is hovering
The Anticipation is rising, from toe to the belly
In finger-tips and hair and it tickles
I stand on the stage
My heart in my hand
The audience claps
it against the wall!
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