Translation, well, only an attempt
Hi Gerd, how are you, haven’t seen you long time, man.
Almost one year and three months, inside here.
Doesn’t matter, I only know that I’ve hardly haven’t done anything.
It’s true, also when I remember that the stuff with Mike wasn’t right. I do regret it, totally.
But Gerd, I really enjoyed your letter!
Once again it’s such a Sunday morning, open the window and turn the radio on.
They took away another week from me and then again such a Sunday morning.
April is on the calendar, lost every sense for time, inside here.
Now in May, its halftime, if everything runs normal, but, to be true, what is “normal” inside here? Comics and pin-ups, a painted concrete wall and a neon sun.
Doesn’t matter, greetings to your wife and children, I consider the little boy can walk now. Anyway, take care, until sometime in the end, man!