OF GIRLS AND ELEPHANTS poetry

Where ever you might sleep during this or the following nights,
Where ever you lay your head,
Is exactly where I would like to be, girl,
Then I will bake you a 'cake' and because it will be no good at all,
I'll throw it in the sea.
...However may it be be little, it is exactly enough for me,
Because...I watch from the terrace and know; I would like you to have me.
Only...
The truth of the theory is how the woman always chooses,
That she has been ready with the answer for a long time,
Such is the rule, if not guerrilla warfare;
A test at least,
Hmm, how I want to know the right words this time,
How to explain, that we have no time!
That the village of death is only a step away from here,
And that the madness and pain are not interested only in him who doesn't give a damn if he dies,
You will never understand,
This entire life is so difficult to make out;
So say: "Screw it!" and come get laid with me,
Near the barren orphanage for elephants.