Wann Fängt Mein Leben An?
Pia Allgaier
When Does My Life Begin?
Seven in the morning, the daily grind starts again
Now it’s time to clean until everything’s spotless
Scrub, polish, wipe, wash, and shine
But that won’t last long, just until 7:15
Then I’ll read a book or maybe three
I’ll paint a new picture, that’s just on the side
I’ll play guitar, knit, then it’s time to cook
I wonder when does my life begin?
Then it’s puzzles, darts, and baking
Scaring Pascal, a bit of ballet and chess
Pottery and ventriloquism, then pulling some candles
I stretch, brush strokes, climb the rope, sew a dress
Then I’ll read all those books again
There’s not much room left to paint a new picture
And then I comb and comb, I comb and comb my hair
How much longer will I be in this place?
I wonder when, yeah when, yeah when, yeah when?
When does my life begin?
Yeah, tomorrow night, it’s finally time
They’ll shine bright on my birthday
What’s it like where all the lights are?
Now I’m older, maybe Mom will let me go?
