There is an old goat at my window-pane,

standing upright in a frock-coat,

somewhat earth-coloured and plain.

He is starring down at me ...

and the place where i have chosen to hide ...

in the futile attempt to dissolve ...

I discovered this cell as a child.

There is a medicine-case, he calls "being",

which the goat carries under his arm.

He says, if i only allow him to enter -

I shall never come come to any harm.

He is giving quite an importance to

his frrightning and urgent concern, he says:

"I have come to be your transformer...

I'm your doctor, half goat and half man."

He says that this house will soon crumble,

and that I am going to suffer as it falls.

He says: "Let me in now and I'll be your savior...

I'm your healer ... whith hooves and horns!"