Das Würfelspiel [English translation]

My train home doesn’t leave until nine,

in the waiting room sat all alone an older man with the same destination,

he invited me to a dice game,

asked me to a dice game.

I told him: I never play.

Outside snow fell, a D-train screamed,

to that he said: it concerns much,

it is about you at this dice game,

Goes around you at this dice game.

No one realizes/suspects it, as the die falls,

nothing happens by chance in the World.

What I even threw, he had more,

me three times six, and him nineteen,

was like in a trance from the grip of the game,

and have missed the train home,

have during the game missed the train home.

No one realizes/suspects it, as the die falls,

nothing happens by chance in the World.

Then there’s an alarm – signal on red,

the train derailed – ten people dead.

The man was gone – the veil fell,

in my hand I held the dice game,

in the hand I held the dice game.

I understand, why the die fell.

I understand, why the die fell.

• Artist:Juliane Werding