He was a child from Favorites
and said Matthias Sindelar.
He stood on a green space amid
because he was a center forward
He played football, and he knew
of life also does not much.
He lived life because he had the football game on
football game.
He played football like no other,
he was stuck full of wit and imagination.
He played casual, light and bright,
He has always played, he never fought.
He threw the blonde side,
let his God be kind,
and stormed through the green expanse
and sometimes up into the goal.
It cheered the Hohe Warte,
the Prater and the stadium,
when he fooled the enemy
smiled and drew his nimble run away.
Until one day another man came suddenly to him
opponents in the way, a strange and
terribly superior,
before there was not yet generally advice
from a single hard kicks
there was the player Sindelar
cast out of the plan mid
because that was the new order.
For a while he stood next to it, before he departed and
home.
In soccer game, just as in life, was
's with the Vienna school.
He was accustomed to combine, and combined
some day. His ability to sense him
overview,
was that his chance in the gas tap.
The gate, through which he then paced,
was silent and dark altogether.
He was a child and was called from Favorites
Mattihas Sindelar.
