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Nothing just happens
06:30
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Nothing just happens
Through the closed window I see the landscape,
which only a few meters in front of me is waiting motionless to be discovered.
While I think of love, tradition and beauty,
I wonder what day could be today.
I will not tell you.
They are the secrets that don't have to be shared.
The journey begins where the heart meets the soul
and ends where they found each other.
I have no time to think about earthly things before I leave.
One day I will return.
My opinion does not change.
I was fast on my way, I took risks, calculated.
Sometimes I don't know where the journey will take me.
But I know that it takes my breath away, makes my tears flow.
Nothing just happens.
The journey begins where the heart meets the soul and ends where they found each other.
I need a place where I can hide.
A safe place where the horizon is waiting to be swallowed by the sun.
I will still be there tomorrow.
The feast of love brings me to the place of my dreams.
Is there an escape?
I don't know.
I leave everything behind.
I need time.
I feel free.
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2. |
Weni uf mim Bröggli be
03:34
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Text und Übersetzung: https://lichtenberg-band.de/musik/fanfare/Mai/br%C3%B6ggli.html
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Who belived in her?
10:37
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Who believed in her?
When we tell the kids what to look like, we tell them they're ugly.
The boy hides his pretty face behind curly long hair and is ashamed of his ears. The girl hides her narrow body in a sweater that is too wide and her hands which are too big in a pants pocket that is too deep.
Broken souls in a crazy world.
When we tell the children what to be, we tell them that they are bad.
The little boy who loved his piano became a lawyer.
Who defended him?
The little girl who loved the ballet became a priestess.
Who believed in her?
Broken souls in a crazy world.
If we tell the children when the time is right for singing and dancing,
for joy and grief,
anger has no place,
we tell them they are wrong.
The little girl who hatched the best tricks is a control freak today.
Creativity was stolen from her.
The little boy who gave his thoughts to the wayside works as a prison guard. Peace and serenity became a threat.
Broken souls in a crazy world.
Were you allowed to jump through puddles?
Always, except Sundays and when one of the big ones watched.
Did you climb trees and steal cherries?
Often, when they were ripe, except Sundays and when there was no observation.
Did you smoke cigarettes in the schoolyard, hidden behind the wall? Sometimes, except Sundays, when I felt heroic and thought no one would notice.
Attempts at bribery were useless.
Broken souls in a crazy world.
The love to your child must be limitless.
Courage him to see the world.
His world.
Make it discover the world.
His world.
Stand by him.
Trust him.
Let the children be children and their souls will not be broken.
in this crazy world.
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The sun-lit moon
09:00
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The sun-lit moon
in front oft the abandoned house
the last light go out
The night starts
Perfect peace prevails
Straight ahead
the hanging branches
of the old heavy tree
are bobbing in the wind
The old tree beckons you
He speaks to you
wants that you listen to him
You look at him
At the sky
the sun-lit moon
will protect you
will go to make room fort the sun
will accompany you.
The sparkling stars dance happily
as it they where celebrate the night
The moon wants to be quiet
And the wolves are howling
But the stars do not let themselves be confused
While the tree talks about
joy and sorrow, luck and pain, love and sadness
it is numbing
Almost ghostly calm prevails
even the old tree has stopped talking
and is standing still
Now and then it rustles
At the sky
the sun-lit moon
will protect you
will go to make room fort the sun
will accompany you
the night is alive
it has many surprises ready
that you can not recognize
The fog sneak around the corner
And lay down, leisurely, scaryly
You perceive a noise
Someone wants to enter your peace
Silently watch the wandering moon
At the sky
the sun-lit moon
will protect you
will go to make room fort the sun
will accompany you.
The tirelessly dancing stars he takes with him
on his journey into the unknown
The old tree seems to have fallen asleep
You smile at him one last time
before you even close your eye
At the sky
the sun-lit moon
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5. |
While I sleep
11:38
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While I sleep
At night, while I sleep, I don't think.
By day, while I am awake, I think of the shadows in front of the sun, and of the moon and the stars.
About the fact that I see them.
The past is everywhere, the future is far away, the present is. I lie in the sand, the fat black beetle fights with it.
The weed is dancing out of control.
I hear the sea breathing, I see the fire burning, the chaos, the devastation, the dust and the driftwood.
Whenever I walk along the beach, I can hear you, see you, feel you.
And only at night, while I sleep, I don't think.
The sun flashes in my face.
The heaven is near me.
My gaze reaches afar into the land.
As if I would see something.
There' s a storm and I am in the middle of it.
It comes and goes.
The thunder is trapped in it, uncontrolled.
A lightning bolt is in the dark.
It is freed, arrives, goes away to come back.
Stranded. Landed. Marvelous magic. Reached. Hold on.
Silently the air passes me by and allows high and deep tones in me to sound.
Recollections and experiences of the past let me arrive in the present.
The sky is clean, almost boring.
It is not to be misled.
Like my thoughts that leave no room for unrest.
Like my freedom, which I do not let be taken.
I face the sun with the freedom I have gained.
I leave the everyday life behind me.
And only at night, while I sleep, I don't think.
The heaven is bright.
The heaven becomes dark.
In the fading light I see the finish line.
The grass flickers.
The fear goes and the seeds I have sown are ready for picking.
And only at night, while I sleep, I don't think.
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6. |
Landing Stage
09:05
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Landing stage
When we think of love
we feel strong arms
which embrace our body
We see a landing stage
Happiness seems to be with us
Satisfaction seems possible
Happiness is like a rolling tree
Even in a storm
May keep its leaves
Satisfaction is like the sunbeam
To give power to the flower
To unfold
Love is like a bird's freedom
Who moves to the south in winter
To maintain strength
Love is happiness and satisfaction
We have the strength to make the impossible come true
The strength to protect each other
With every thunderbolt we need protection
Only we can give ourselves
We can walk through rivers
Move rocks
Burn fields
The fire in us
It drives us not to stand where we once were
We're leaving
To a place
Where we can realize
On and on
Until we arrive
On our hill
high above the lake
overlooking the landing stage
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7. |
Somehow Everything
08:43
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Somehow Everything
With legs pulled up
I sit on the beach
I stare at the sea and try to find calmness
I let the wind blow through my hair
A seagull is flying past me
So close
I can feel the breath
I pull my legs closer and closer to my body
I protect myself
It revolves around me
The sun has set into the horizon
The color of the sky is strange
The sea, the breaking waves, the sand, the bird
Somehow everything is worrying
The sea swallows the horizon
The wind is blowing more and more
The hair is flying in the air
The sea, the breaking waves, the sand, the bird
Somehow everything is depressing
The seagull is circling tirelessly in the sky above me
The longer I watch it, I know there is something
Unbelievable the power it needs to stay in the air
Artistic, graceful, charming and also casual
I watch it for an indefinite while
before I let go of my thightened legs
I get up tired
I wipe the sand off my pants
The sun has set into the horizon
The color of the sky is strange
The sea, the breaking waves, the sand
Somehow everything is ominous
The sea seems angry
The wind screams evil
The hair is confused
The sea, the breaking waves, the sand
Somehow everything is exciting
Through the warm water I walk
Get all wet
Nothing can stop me
The sun has risen on the horizon
The color of the sky is bright
The sea, the waveless sea
Somehow everything is clearness
The sea calms down
The wind calms down
The hair sticks to the head
The sea, the waves
Somehow everything is changing
The seagull stays behind me
I'm leaving it
Or it leaves me
The Horizon, the sea
Everything is tangible, accessible, available
Everything will always change
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8. |
I loved him anyway
10:52
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9. |
Who i am
06:18
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https://lichtenberg-band.de/musik/fanfare/Mai/who-i-am.html
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10. |
Luzifer meets Mephisto
11:18
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11. |
Love Letter
06:16
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https://lichtenberg-band.de/musik/fanfare/Mai/love%20letter.html
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https://lichtenberg-band.de/musik/fanfare/Mai/the%20ballpoint%20pen.html
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13. |
Still here
05:43
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https://lichtenberg-band.de/musik/fanfare/Mai/still%20here.html
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