Cello More Important Than Life
Your righteous indignation at my making two mistakes
that merely disturbed your complacency authorises you
to swear at me and sets you free from any need to apologise,
in this house I must reiterate how sorry I am and write letters
explaining why I messed up and became guilty of high treason
and should be shot for multiple shortcomings, the situation is
so bizarre it makes me laugh - Mein Herr Marquis, ein Mann
wie Sie … drum verzeihen Sie wenn ich lache - ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha [Die Fledermaus]
Your injured dignity forces you to ignore me pointedly - fine,
after laughing to my heart's content, the screensaver that gives
meaning to everyday routine, Timothy Dalton as 007 - The
Living Daylights - keeps my mind occupied; while you steam
and froth at the mouth, presenting like Le Malade Imaginaire
of Molière, waiting to execute me with the guillotine of your
mouth - I happily watch 007 rise to the occasion as he con-
fronts the KJB - while you prepare the devastating speech
that is meant to change me into Quasimodo himself
I am walking the grey steets of Russia in 1987, a cello is clearly
more important than a life, once again the situation is clear -
yes, your discomfiture is more important than my work or life,
James Bond puts it all in perspective, having just used a laser
light on an official car, yes, this is life, as long as the
imagination can take us away, reality is just the trampoline
providing lift-off into the sky, sorry Mein Herr Marquis, a
tragedy in the land of ice has taken me away, the cello has
taken a bullet and they just went through the border post
- safe in Austria -
While the KJB is getting ready to launch new attacks on everyone
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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A Small Glass Of Champagne
You atoned so sweetly, prepared a fun meal,
hamburgers with salad and cheese, ah, Mein
Herr Marquis, you are sweet, dancing around
in the kitchen, serving everyone - everything
placed on the griddle, kids happy, all forgiven
How could I even have doubted that you would
come around - Sean Connery blew up the evil
Fatima Blush - this is a fantastic evening, no
more complaints, a small glass of champagne
to celebrate all these peace offerings
Tomorrow Michelle from Merryhell will send me
a book by Sir Terry Pratchett - life is perfect -
I'm nearing the end of my small-scale irrigation
document, James Bond is blowing up ancient
stone temples, ah, Mein Herr Marquis
We shall have some music - Ah, wie ruhrt mich
dies… [Die Fledermaus]
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Der 13. Psalm.
Herr, wie lang wilt vergessen mein
In meiner grosen note?
Wie lang verpirgst das antlitz dein?
Herr, wie lang sol ich gote
5
(Hie rat!) suechen pey meiner seel?
Wie lang sol mein herz leiden quel?
Mein feint thuet sich erheben.
Schaw und erhor mich, herr und got,
Und mein augen erleuchte,
10
Das ich nit entschlaff in dem dot,
Das sich mein feint guet dewchte,
Das er mein mechtig worden sey,
Und sich mein widersacher frey,
Das ich sey umbgestosen.
15
Herr, ich hoff aber auf dein guet,
Deins hails frewt sich mein herze.
Durch Cristum hastw mich pehuet
Vor ewiclichem schmerze,
Der fuer mich lied den pitern dot;
20
Des wil ich dir lobsingen, got,
Das dw mir hast geholffen.
Anno salutis 1526.
poem by Hans Sachs
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Where do you search me
Moko Kahan Dhundhere Bande
Mein To Tere Paas Mein
Na Teerath Mein, Na Moorat Mein
Na Ekant Niwas Mein
Na Mandir Mein, Na Masjid Mein
Na Kabe Kailas Mein
Mein To Tere Paas Mein Bande
Mein To Tere Paas Mein
Na Mein Jap Mein, Na Mein Tap Mein
Na Mein Barat Upaas Mein
Na Mein Kiriya Karm Mein Rehta
Nahin Jog Sanyas Mein
Nahin Pran Mein Nahin Pind Mein
Na Brahmand Akas Mein
Na Mein Prakuti Prawar Gufa Mein
Nahin Swasan Ki Swans Mein
Khoji Hoye Turat Mil Jaoon
Ik Pal Ki Talas Mein
Kahet Kabir Suno Bhai Sadho
Mein To Hun Viswas Mein
English Translation:
Where do you search me?
I am with you
Not in pilgrimage, nor in icons
Neither in solitudes
Not in temples, nor in mosques
Neither in Kaba nor in Kailash
I am with you O man
I am with you
Not in prayers, nor in meditation
Neither in fasting
Not in yogic exercises
Neither in renunciation
Neither in the vital force nor in the body
Not even in the ethereal space
Neither in the womb of Nature
Not in the breath of the breath
Seek earnestly and discover
In but a moment of search
Says Kabir, Listen with care
Where your faith is, I am there.
Individuals Make A Difference
I'm in heaven, all my favourite elements blending together,
Sister Act on TV, a storm building outside, interminable
reruns of James Bond free for the watching, doing French
homework l'imparfait of being as - continuing forever
The rainstorm upon us, the grass seems to magically shine
illuminated from inside, the sky opalescent, the cloud-break
and rumbling thunder interferes with the signal, no more
Sister Act for me, the grass is glowing with magic power
As the rain slacks off the images return and I am ready to be
wooed by Whoopi Goldberg and her crew - I cannot wait to
watch Timothy Dalton afterwards in License to Kill, isn't it
wonderful how two diverse movies enchant the same mind
Both films present fantasy worlds in which individuals make a
difference in their own universes where all factors are geared
to bring out the best in them, Sister Mary Clarence and James
Bond, leaving me with the strong impression that my own life
Can also hold meaning in this reality where all things conspire
to promote our lives and give us the freedom to choose how
to try making our own mark in life…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Chick Magnet
Don’t play the cello if you want
to be a magnet for the chicks,
a guy who on guitar strings picks
is thought be far more gallant.
I learnt this fact from Yo-Yo Ma,
who probably believes that poets
have also far more luck with coeds
than cellists. Maybe many are,
but I am not, unfortunate
with poems as he is with cello.
I wish I were a magnet fellow,
and made the chicks importunate,
first for my poems, then my bod,
but since I don’t play the guitar,
my life is black as café noir,
and I am lonelier than God.
Charlie Rose on December 3,2008 interviewed Yo-Yo Ma, who accompanied on his cello the singer and songwriter from North Carolina, James Taylor, who also plays the guitar. Yo Yo explained that he has played the cello since the age of three, and that this has not made him a chick magnet. James Taylor started off by playing the cello but gave it up for the guitar, which Yo-Yo considers a wise decision.
12/4/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Witch In The Ditch
No I would never step into your shoes
And dance in your chamber without you
Im looking and Im praying for a place I can dwell in
A place where our love can be true
Yes it was you my love
That made me turn around
Yes it was you mein herr
That turned me upside down
Were we never to be forgotten
Lay down your sweet head and cry
Well live in dreamland tonight
Oh come all ye who are faithful
Lay down your sweet head and cry
Enter the valley of light
Just watch this witch dig her heels in the ditch
As the ministry wave her goodbye
Wake from the dream with a start and a scream
As the prisoner gives out a sigh
Yes it was you mein schatz
That turned me upside down
Were we never to be forgotten
Lay down your sweet head and cry
Well live in dreamland tonight
Oh come all ye who are faithful
Lay down your sweet head and cry
Enter the valley of light
Yes it was you my love
That made me turn around
Yes it was you mein herr
That turned me upside down
Were we never to be forgotten
Lay down your sweet head and cry
Well live in dreamland tonight
Oh come all ye who are faithful
Lay down your sweet head and cry
Enter the valley of light
Were we never to be forgotten
Lay down your sweet head and cry
(come and sing it with us let me hear you say never)
Well live in dreamland tonight
Oh come all ye who are faithful
Lay down your sweet head and cry
(come and sing it with us let me hear you say never)
Enter the valley of light
song performed by by Erasure
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Interlude narrative verse for M lady Ernestine
The silent cello waits in vain.
Her owner can no longer play,
her twisted joints in so much pain
Arthritis has now won the day.
Those hands which once caressed the strings
are gnarled and twisted dreadfully
Though in her mind the cello sings,
its silent in reality.
The music stored within its soul
longs for release impatiently.
Its destiny to play a role
assisting some child prodigy.
The owner cannot bear to part
with her treasured instrument.
She holds a dream deep in her heart.
Some one will come who’s one intent
to learn to play the cello well.
Prepared to suffer for their art,
beglamoured by the subtle spell
this cherished cello can impart.
Her children show no interest,
no musical ability.
Perhaps, she thinks it’s for the best
The cello waits impatiently.
One day her grandchild comes to call
A pretty child who’s not yet five.
She exhibits no fear at all
her fingers bring the strings alive.
The cello knows this is the one.
The child it has been waiting for.
and grandma knows she has passed on.
The love she felt so long before.
Before she learnt to play a note.
She knew it was her destiny
that music was the antidote
to soothe her sensitivity..
The chills is lost in wonderment
and strokes the cello lovingly.
This could not be an accident.
It was her grandma’s legacy.
She seemed to know instinctively
Just as her grandmother had done
That music was her destiny.
The cello knew that it had won
In course of time the girl surpassed
The skill her grandma had possessed.
It was the spell the cello cast
She always said that made her best.
When grandma died she died content
Her well loved cello sang again.
Now her grand daughter’s instrument
Their patient wait was not in vain..
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Life
How many times have you been pushed around?
Was anybody there?
Does anybody care?
How many time have your friends let you down?
Was anybody there?
Did anybody stare?
How many time have your friends let you down?
Just open up your heart
Just open up your mind
How many times has your faith slipped away?
Well, is anybody safe?
Does anybody pray?
Oh, life is waiting for you
So messed up, but were alive
Oh, life is waiting for you
So messed up, but well survive
How many days have you just slept away?
Is everybody high?
Is everyone afraid?
How many times have you wished you were strong?
Have they ever seen your heart?
Have they ever seen your pain?
Oh, life is waiting for you
So messed up, but were alive
Oh, life is waiting for you
So messed up, but well survive
She gets high
She gets lost
She gets drowned by the cost
Twice a day, every week, and all of life
She gets high
She gets lost
She gets drowned by the cost
Twice a day, every week, and all of life
Oh, life is waiting for you
So messed up, but were alive
Oh, life is waiting for you
So messed up, but well survive
All messed up, but well survive.
song performed by by Our Lady Peace
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Water Of Life
Meaning of Water Of Life:
We all tend to forget what it means to have water in life and that what life is all about. Water that we use today for every works of life but yet still how many people appreciate Water. Drinking Water pro-long the human life spern but some of us tend to neglect it.
Whatever you do in life you need water,
Attaining to the water of life you have to show
That and prove that you need that water.
Edurance is important as you go along in becoming a
Righteous one.
Often times we strive but at the same time
Forget about the teachings and guidiance of our maker.
Lifting Him up is all he ask from humans but we ignore that, why
Insufficient instructions that the leaders of the world (Christian) mostly
Forgetfully intend for others not to know about.
Enforcement on his side will make us believe.
By DJones.
poem by Dalton Jones
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Couldn't Afford to Be Lost!
You have not wasted my life,
By finding yours.
I've had this insight.
I had not been waiting for you...
To come 'see' the light.
I've been making mistakes and living life,
While making all types of sacrifices.
No time did I give to wish for the impossible dream.
Every step I take is a challenge.
Do you see any hired bodyguards,
Protecting me from harm?
But around you I have seen delusions,
Fantasies and myths.
And you have no idea how dangerous I think that is!
You have not wasted my life,
By finding yours.
I couldn't afford to be lost!
My identity and dignity I love too much!
I had to be where I was and focused...
At all times.
Since you never were...
You have no clue as to how important that is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Waiting For Love
She looks to the sun
Help her to carry on
Breakin down all the years
Wondering how she got here
She drifts trought the sky
Counting the reasons why
How my life turned so fast
Remembering all of the past
B-Section
All the changes, and all the mistakes
Foolishly laughing at things that
Words that she says
Verse 2
She looks to the stars
Breaking, time to follow the heart
Her world is falling apart
B-Section
And the turning of every new page
A book on a shelf that is there to remain
Breaking the walls as she's tearing them down
As she is starting to drown
Chorus
She's waiting for love
She's waiting, waiting for love
Waiting, waiting for love
She's waiting, waiting so long
Verse 3
She prays to the Gods
Telling how she needs someone
Help me find where I am today
Life is looking very grey
B-Section
All the changes, all the mistakes
Foolishly laughing at things that
Everything that she says
Chorus
Bridge
I'm waiting for a new day to rise
Conversations to make sense to me and my mind
I need someone to lift me right off my feet
And I want it, and I need it, and I'll leave it all behind
And all the changes I've made
And I remember the words, that you'll never say
Chorus
She looks to the sun
song performed by by Pink
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A Quick One While Hes Away
I. her mans been gone
Her mans been gone
For nearly a year
He was due home yesterday
But he aint here
Her mans been gone
For nigh on a year
He was due home yesterday
But he aint here
Ii. crying town
Down your street your crying is a well-known sound
Your street is very well known, right here in town
Your town is very famous for the little girl
Whose cries can be heard all around the world
Iii. we have a remedy
Fa la la la la la
Fa la la la la
Fa la la la la la
Fa la la la la
We have a remedy
Youll appreciate
No need to be so sad
Hes only late
Well bring you flowers and things
Help pass your time
Well give him eagles wings
Then he can fly to you
Fa la la la la la
Fa la la la la
Fa la la la la la
Fa la la la la
Fa la la la la la
Fa la la la la la
We have a remedy
Fa la la la la la la
We have a remedy
Fa la la la la la la
We have a remedy
Fa la la la la la la
We have a remedy
Fa la la la la la la
(spoken)
We have a remedy.
We have!
Little girl, why dont you stop your crying?
Im gonna make you feel all right
Iv. ivor the engine driver
My name is ivor
Im an engine driver
I know him well
I know why you feel blue
Just cause hes late
Dont mean hell never get through
He told me he loves you
He aint no liar, I aint either
So lets have a smile for an old engine driver
So lets have a smile for an old engine driver
Please take a sweet
Come take a walk with me
Well sort it out
Back at my place, maybe
Itll come right
You aint no fool, I aint either
So why not be nice to an old engine driver?
Better be nice to an old engine driver
Better be nice to an old engine driver
V. soon be home
Well soon be home
Well soon be home
Well soon
Well soon, soon, soon be home
Well soon be home
Well soon be home
Well soon
Well soon, soon, soon be home
Come on, old horse
Soon be home
Soon be home
Soon
Well soon, soon, soon be home
Well soon
Well soon, soon, soon be home
Well soon be home
Soon be home ...
Vi. you are forgiven
Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang
Cello, cello, cello, cello, cello, cello
Cello, cello, cello, cello, cello, cello
Cello, cello, cello, cello, cello, cello
Cello, cello, cello, cello, cello, cello
I cant believe it
Do my eyes deceive me?
Am I back in your arms?
Away from all harm?
Its like a dream to be with you again
Cant believe that Im with you again
I missed you and I must admit
I kissed a few and once did sit
On ivor the engine drivers lap
And later with him, had a nap
You are forgiven, you are forgiven, you are forgiven ... (ad lib)
You are forgiven
song performed by by Who
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Bachus und Mercurius
Bachus und Mercurius
Die Trauben sind Tod
die Taube fliegt nicht
die traube ist Rot
wenn ich trinke vom Licht
Das Gesang der Vögel bleibt aus
und die Schreie ohne Anfang
das Wissen nagt Angst wie ne Maus
Ich höre nun den Totenklang
Die Trommeln rasseln wie Wild
die Stimme Vernunft unerhört
so Langsam entfaltet das Bild
; nicht von dieser Welt so Zerstört
Empört wirf ich hin mein Gewehr
auf meinen Knien hinunter
Öh Herr', denn Ich liebe das Leben zu sehr,
nicht der Hass nur die Liebe macht munter
Die Trauben sind Tod
die Taube fliegt nicht
die Traube ist Rot
und so auch mein Gesicht
Madrason 20-04-2009
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The Ass Speaker Mutant - Part One
Once upon a time, in far away Germany, a happy couple waits for their childs to born.
All is well. All examinations are normal and, finaly, the great day came.
Herr Karl and his wife, Frau Inga, went to the hospital, but, after the childbirth the hospital was surrounded by a terrible rumor.
The newborn was transferred to a restricted nursery and his parents were not allowed to view it.
Herr Karl was angry with the doctors who did not let him see his son.
- It's not possible that's happening something with my son and you don't tell why.
Frau Inga was smarter.
He pretended to be resigned and went to the nursery where her son.
The doctors were left no choice but to tell all to Karl.
- Herr Karl, your son was born with an anomalous formation in his digestive system. We did not want to do it through this. would be easier to give the child as dead.
Frau Inga, finaly arrived at the nursery and found his son, isolated from everything.
- Tell me just once. What has my son? Said Herr Karl, nervous.
- His son was born with the digestive system reversed his anus is in the face, and his mouth is on the buttocks.
Herr Karl was paralyzed.
Frau Inga took his son in his arms, and noticed the strange mouth. A green and fetid secretion ran down a corner. She noted that it was feces. At that moment the baby started crying and her crying came from the buttocks. Startled, she turned and was horrified to discover that the child's mouth was on the butt.
The nurses prevented her and the baby to fall when she fainted.
poem by Aschelminto Da Silva
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Mann Toh Mann Hai
Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai.
Lakh talo me rah kar bhi
uuse kon bandi bana paya hai.
Dekho to uuadan uski
Chand lamho mei
Vo to kitne brahmand
Bhraman kar aaya hai.
Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai.
Tan ko to bandh liya
kadiyo se.
Kabhi diwaroo mein
Kabhi dooriyo mein
Mann ke aashwo ki
Doowd kaun, kaha,
rok paya hai
Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai.
mann doodaye
mann hasaye
mann roolaye
mann ki mahima
kya kabhi kooie jaan paya hai.
Mann to mann hai
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai
mann chanchal hai,
jharno sa
baadlo mein chamakti bijjliyo sa.
mann paavan hai
pooja mein chadhe puspo sa.
mann pischash hai
khoon mooh lage narbhakshi sa.
par phir,
Mann to mann hai,
Ek sawachand panchi
Kaun use kisi bandhan
me bandh paya hai
Dekho to uuadan uski
Chand lamho mei
Vo to kitne brahmand
Bhraman kar aaya hai.
poem by Anjali Kakati
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Encomium ii (urdu)
Karri dopeher mein rahmat ka saibaan likhun
K roz e hashr k sehra mein gulsitan likhun
Wo jin k naam ka lena sawab ho jaey
Mein aa'n Janab ki azmat ka kia bayan likhun
Uss abr e doulat e rahmat ki chhaon sir pe rahe
Ussay mein nur kahun, sukh ka aastan likhun
Kitab e dil ka hr ik warq ba wazoo kr dun
Ali ka bhai likhun, Fatima ki jaan likhun
Palay hon jis pe Hassan or Hussain bachpan mein
Mein esse dosh ko shafqat ka aasman likhun
Woh jis k khiltay hi jannat mein phool khiltay hon
Mein kia tabassum e be-misl ka bayan likhun
Batool naat e Muhammad ki roshni he boht
Mein zikr-e-pak ki mehfil ka kia samaan likhun!
poem by Shahzia Batool
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Afterglow
I need you here beside me to chase the night away
I need your love to guide me safe through another day
I lie and watch the lights go down
Say goodnight to another town
And though it hurts to be alone
I have my thoughts of you to keep me warm
In the afterglow of your love
Dreamings all Im guilty of
Everyday Im playing tough
But read my mind
Chorus
If you could see me now
Just living my life in a limbo
If you could see me now
The me that only you would know
Still burning in the afterglow
When the beat of the drum has faded
The show comes to an end
The stage is cleared and loaded
And the highway calls again
I stand and watch the lights go down
In the afterglow of your love
Dreamings all Im guilty of
Everyday Im playing tough
But read my mind
Chorus
If you could see me now
Just living my life in a limbo
If you could see me now
The me that only you would know
Still burning in the afterglow
Stay with me right to the end
Till I can hold you again
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Tina Turner
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In The Movie Of The Mind...
to get back the substance of
my meaning
i must learn to speak the wisdom
of nonsense
you laugh and it only in the absurdity of your
childish laughter
that you get back what is long due you
that understanding
that there is actually nothing great that
amazes us
into belief
into the appreciation of the apparel of life
its accessories
there are no earrings to the
ears of mankind
there are only ears missing what it must
rightly hear
to get back the real meaning of my existence
i must believe in nothing
i must float in air
and this is what they call as soul
ghost
winds, sighs, whispers
sweet nothings
i take back meaning and i throw away everything
that i have collected in my hands
i hold emptiness now
and so i have become so full
it is this irony
this paradox that makes reality
one is not one and earth is never earth
thoughts can never be thoughts
dog to dog, dust to dust
when we speak again try to find out what is in our mouth
i am opening my mouth now
you laugh, it is still the same tongue
same teeth
there is nothing about this philosophy
there is only this restlessness that looks for a seat
in the dark, waiting that somehow this is another movie house
and there is coming
the next show.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wenn Du Es Willst
Ref.: Mir sind die Hnde gebunden, seit 1024 Stunden
Ich wei so komm ich nicht ins Ziel
Doch ich wei auch ich kann es schaffen, wenn du es willst
gib mir Kraft in diesen Tagen fr dieses Leben das ich fhr
Ich hab unendlich viele Fragen, die ich dich fragen will,
denn ich steh vor deiner Tr
Oh, diese Kriege mssen enden, lass uns deinen Frieden
sehn und nimm das Blut von unseren Hnden,
lass uns auf deinen neuen Wegen gehen
Schenk den Kindern wieder lachen,
so wie es frher einmal war
Rch die Armen und die Schwachen
lass dich sehen Herr,
denn mein Herz wei du bist da
verbirg dein Antlitz nicht vor mir und zeig dich allen ausnahmslos
denn alles bricht zusammen hier
und mein Leid ist ohne dich einfach Grenzenlos
song performed by by Xavier Naidoo
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Wenn Du Es Willst
Ref.: Mir sind die Hnde gebunden, seit 1024 Stunden
Ich wei so komm ich nicht ins Ziel
Doch ich wei auch ich kann es schaffen, wenn du es willst
gib mir Kraft in diesen Tagen fr dieses Leben das ich fhr
Ich hab unendlich viele Fragen, die ich dich fragen will,
denn ich steh vor deiner Tr
Oh, diese Kriege mssen enden, lass uns deinen Frieden
sehn und nimm das Blut von unseren Hnden,
lass uns auf deinen neuen Wegen gehen
Schenk den Kindern wieder lachen,
so wie es frher einmal war
Rch die Armen und die Schwachen
lass dich sehen Herr,
denn mein Herz wei du bist da
verbirg dein Antlitz nicht vor mir und zeig dich allen ausnahmslos
denn alles bricht zusammen hier
und mein Leid ist ohne dich einfach Grenzenlos
song performed by by Xavier Naidoo
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