It cures
(Text+Musik: Seibold)
Mai 2004
Well, my new
printer fails to run.
Dont know why. The red lights on.
I could damn it and crawl, and splatter it all,
but it doesnt seem helpfull at all.
While Im
waiting for the machine
to roll back the installation routine,
my thoughts go way back, theyre finding a track
to remind me of dreams, hopes and facts.
It was 44 years
ago,
that I started to fail and to grow.
From my first cry to do to my last class test I knew,
that theres something I have to go through.
Now I feel
disappointed a bit,
had no astonishing fire to lit.
All the years just run by, and all wishings a sigh.
Its all usual, but its all mine.
Once my father
had to pass.
It was April, the air smelled of grass.
Was not easy to cry, wasnt selfish to die.
Now peace and recreation will be thine.
And death came
along once again.
Captured two lives before they began.
That made pain out of fear, not lessen with the years.
Now Im a coward trying to shun futures tears.
My son once
said to me: Stop it, Dad!
I wont miss any bad thing I had.
Thats all part of me, sure! Let me feel that Im yours.
And I wrapped my arms round him it cures.
Well, my new
printer fails to run.
Dont know why. The red lights on.
I could damn it and crawl, and splatter it all,
but it doesnt seem helpfull at all.
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