Jennifer Rostock U.S.
Wenn Ich Dein Gesicht Seh, Denk Ich an Meine Faust

When I see your face, I think about my f-f-f-fist
hunting rabbits, sidestepping – small dogs bark loud
you say it isn’t the player’s fault, but rather the g-g-g-game’s
but you disgust me, you chum yourself up – like every player in the system

When the one who always scores highest, stoops the lowest
When the one who’s always in the key position, cops out
When the one who sleeps on soft feathers, adorns himself with strangers
I go crazy, I’m going crazy – I’m going crazy

Hate the player! Hate the game! …