Drei Männer, ein kleiner Tisch, Kaffee, Weißbrot, Kartoffelsalat und zwei Würstchen. Fred, Zhang und Rene sitzen am Rand – die Verlierer, die Könige, die Augen des Casinos.
Der Song zu Kapitel 5 „Der Armentisch“.
aus dem Roman „Der Armentisch“
Three men had a little table.
Coffee, white bread, potato salad,
two sausages on the plate.
Our money won’t buy more.
We sit at the edge, as always.
We are the losers at the table,
but we laugh, we share, we stay.
We are the losers at the table,
we are the kings,
the eyes of the casino.
Fred counts the numbers in his head.
Zhang bets and waits.
I take it all in, word for word.
Everyone puts his money in the middle.
Three men make a plan.
The casino decides.
We are the losers at the table,
but we laugh, we share, we stay.
We are the losers at the table,
we are the kings,
the eyes of the casino.
The casino is filling up, we wait and we hope.
At the end we count it all, most nights we lose.
But the poor man’s table holds us together.
We are the losers at the table.