Folgenden Songtext habe
ich beim Kramen und Aufräumen gefunden. Er dürfte einer meiner
allerersten sein und mich hat die ungelenke aber wahre Wortwahl daran
beeindruckt, die seine frühe indirekte Beschäftigung mit dem
Phänomen der Zeit bedeutet. Selbstverständlich hat das damals
niemanden interessiert und meine teils wochenlangen Bemühungen waren
so etwas wie „Perlen vor die Säue“.
Those wheels of time
Do you also think
sometimes
that you are growing elder
those crazy feelings
that nothing could be
changed
that you're in atrain
who goes on and on
and you can't just
leave it behind
Some people don't realize
it
tell themselves a lie
want to turn it back
it's in everyone
This fly here at the Wall
the Bird, who's sitting on
a tree
I don't know about it
they are born and die
without knowing why
I know that there could
be a Way
but my mind does't want
to stay
Anyway you say it is not
important
I know many are afraid of
it
some can't stand the
thought
that there is only Hope
The Bloom of the Flower
fades
the man is growing old
and there's no comfort
just look at the Beauty
of the things around
you
would it be so nice
if it's not passing by
Some people don't realize
it
tell themselves a lie
want to turn it back it's
in everyone....
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