How lovely is a steak platter!

A thick eye-fillet covered in heavy gravy
The fragrance of potatoes as direct as a savage
The lively polka of a small round radish placed in between!

Cutting it smoothly with a sharp knife, digging in a silver fork
Raw blood spitting pale pink
Deep within my heart someone starts jumping with joy.

The waitress's ring glints in the gaslight
Bordeaux stains the white napkin
The pressure of the night, filling the air of the restaurant, somewhere the sneer of an onion.

The warmth of the blood we drink at a headhunter's festival
Beating the plate
The pleasure of slowly chewing hateful human flesh!

The harmony of white and red in
Strauss's oppressive climax
Behold! Behold! John the Baptist's black blood spilling onto the plate

The silver fork glitters
Your eyelashes glitter
After all, we are enemies and will end up in tears

How lovely is a steak platter
With knife and fork lined up beside.