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COME TO ME
come to me
into my little privacy don't try to run away
I will teach you to stay
here I can show you the magical myth
that is creeping around me
for I found a way to another world
where creatures unknown to us live
a time in which no one wants to be
in which dragons fly come and you will see
I saw the city of the white tower
in one of my elusive dreams
its pinnacles were adored with flowers
I saw this while I crossed the stream
the old veterans reviving history
with their swords broken
they lost all their mystery
tales of a brave and tales of glory
lonely hills in fairy stories
dancing elves in light green woods
clad in silver like the moon
elven maid that will be you
feel my love and make it true
a city built out of mysterial dream
and by the time the time has changed
the regent's eyes are always very keen
till the days too far their view could range
all allied warriors all on their flight
from the dark shadow left by the light
Words: Bardenheuer
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THERE MUST BE SOMETHING WRONG
always looked on pale walls
never hungered never shivered in these halls
no one ever called my name
bare existence a picture without a frame
so you think you can understand
complete control of embryonal development
I don't know who I am
never ever loved do I belong to mortal men
nobody walked me to school
less then human, the depth of a fool
so you think that life is ours
is it the same like bees and flowers
there must be something wrong
is my creator god or man
there must be something wrong
who's my father
the world is knocking at my door
but I'm afraid to let it in
I'm always lying on the floor
the cold crawls under my skin
Words: Bardenheuer
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NIGHTMARE
why did I go to bed at all
the pillows are all rumbled now
and I still can smell an odor of rotten meat
I grope for your body
can smell your sweat
The girl hung head over
the floor under her was red
and she was dead
in the darkness
nothing but my head
cold and hot and wet
what a dream
if finally day would come
beloved day with your distinct reality
show me things - I can see
eyes and flesh und human beings
I never wanted her to be dead
although "Freud" affirms the opposite
it's infantile remembrance
but I think it's only a bad dream
or is it only my imagination
Words: Gawinski
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NATIVE COUNTRY
six o'clock I feel bored
switch the TV on
advertising films flicker on the screen
they show what's important
in our life
my head spins pictures crawling inside my brain
WAR
is shown in slow motion pictures
I SEE
young men fighting for their own funeral
this is their, this is their native country
- the insanity of dying men next door
- this is my, this is my native country
- and my country can't prevent it
making a trip
into the danger zone
paying with our hard money
we join the theatre of war
and we always know the culprit
I recognize ashamed
that we degenerate the moral law
we deal with weapons as if it's an easter super sale
the day after we send peace-keeping forces
you hear the machine guns, you hear the machine guns
you hear the machine guns their life is at stake
orphans cross the road like hunted game
Words: Gawinski/Frohn
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COLOURS FOR BLINDED PEOPLE
make your way through people
turning round to face their shape
you can see these men
wherever you wan'em to find
I look at their lack of interest
look at their mind
everyone of these guys
wants to be celebrated as a star
colours for blinded people
colours for vain guys
colours for the members of parliament
colours make them wise
they're wearing sun glasses
through which they look
blinded towards the real things
like a blinded man who couldn't see colours either
'cause for blinded people colours express
the same as wings
you need colours for making the world coloured
you need colours to express what you feel
colours are the miracle of friendships
without colours there's no turning round the wheel
Words: Frohn
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ONE DAY IS NO LIFE
the day turns to pieces
fragments loose their way in me
teeth of laughing people
foolish footsteps on the block
rain doesn't reach the ground
one day is no life
friends people -
pass turning by
cans of beer can' t save
what bottles of champagne seek in vain
my eyes often burn in these desolate times
one day is no life
today is the day
because day's no life
yet the look at the own face
in the mirror
reflects hopeful new days
today's the day
to love and drink with you
at the senseless
for we can celebrate without a thought
then we are free
because day is no life
tomorrow daily news will come
will come like every morning
the milkman doesn't real exist
but so does the idle talk of neighbours
Words: Gawinski
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