Wenn der Michel erwacht Er sitzt am Tisch, die Uhr tickt leise Brot und Ordnung, Tag für Tag Man hält ihn für berechenbar Für still, für satt, für schlafend brav Er spricht wenig, denkt dafür Gräbt tief, bevor er etwas baut Man nennt das Trägheit, nennt es Ruhe Und übersieht, was darunter lauert Man sagt: Das Volk schläft Und glaubt,… Read more →
Fire Horse Year Some years crawl like tired catsDragging shadows through the daysSome years run like thunderTearing calendars awayWe swept the sparks of midnightAnd the sugar from the plateWhile history was loadingAnother heavy freight Hear the hooves before the dawnFeel the ground begin to shake It’s the year of the fire horseRunning wild through timeIf you don’t hold the saddleYou’ll… Read more →
Cafés of the World Morning light on marble tables Steam is dancing in the air A quiet room, a ticking watch Ink and thoughts meet somewhere Wooden chairs, old conversations Every wall has learned to hear All the words that once were written By the ones who lingered here I open up my notebook slowly Like a door that knows… Read more →
DARK TO LIGHT Shadows ruled the halls of power,Truth was buried, chained and bound.Whispers sold as holy orders,While the people kissed the ground.Lies wore crowns of borrowed glory,Fear was law, and silence gold.But every night must crack by morning,Every secret will be told. You can lock the doors of history,But you can’t stop time from knocking back. From dark to… Read more →
Between the Years Between the years, the clocks stand still, Twelve quiet nights, the world holds its breath. No names for time, no weight of will, Just shadows learning how to rest. Old doors are closed, the fire burns low, The noise of days has lost its claim. What we don’t say begins to grow, What we don’t face still… Read more →
A Gentle Start to 2026 The clock stands still for just one breath, Between what’s life and what’s been left. The room is calm, the night is clear, We turn the page, a brand-new year. No noise required, no need to run, Another cycle has begun. The past steps back, the future waits, At softly opening gates. No loud demands,… Read more →
Snow Outside, Love Inside Oh, the night is cold and bright tonight… Snow is falling down the street,City lights in silver glow.Windows warm, the rhythm sweet,Nowhere else I want to go.Fire’s crackling soft and slow,Records spinning memories—Let the winter do its show,Here with you is where I’ll be. Let the wind cry out your name,Let the cold knock on the… Read more →
On My Way Home for Christmas The engine hums a steady line, Headlights cut through silver rain. Another year left far behind, Miles of thought on every lane. Radio plays an old refrain, Something soft, something slow. Snow is falling on the windscreen, Time moves gently as I go. Traffic lights like distant stars, Every road knows where I’ve been.… Read more →
Come Sing the Light Mmmh… yeah…Come on now… Snow on the ground, but the fire’s burning bright,Voices come together on this holy winter night.Every heart is welcome, every soul belongs—Lift your head, lift your voice,join the Christmas song. Leave your worries at the door,let the joy come flooding in—Tonight we stand together,let the singing begin. Lead: Come sing the light!Choir:… Read more →
Asphaltierte Haut Kettensägen schneiden in die asphaltierte Haut der Stadt, Funken fliegen durch die Straßen, wo man kaum noch Träume hat. Kinderstimmen kreischen laut, doch niemand hört mehr hin, in der Auslage des Lärms liegt der Rabatt auf jeden Sinn. Staub liegt schwer auf dem Verstand, wie ein grauer Schleier aus Beton, dunkle Sakkos – schmutzig geworden, in einem müden… Read more →
Where We Stand Grandma’s voice in the evening light,Stories soft, but they cut so deep.Hands that worked, hearts that prayed,Promises they didn’t speak.In a world that’s running fast,Changing faces, losing ground,I hear the past call my name,Like a steady, faithful sound. When the road gets dark and wide,And the noise gets way too loud,I look back to move ahead,That’s where… Read more →
One World, One Light (International Human Rights Song) In the silence of a broken worldyou can hear a quiet plea:“Let me live my truth in freedom,let me be who I should be.”No skin tone is a reason,no belief should cost a life.History has warned uswhat becomes of hate and lies. Through every age the tyrants pointedat someone to blame.But we’ve… Read more →
Hand in Hand We Rise (International Human Rights Anthem – 10 December) From every land and every sky,voices rise, we ask one why:Why must people still be huntedfor the shade upon their skin?Why must truth be silencedwhen a heart dares to speak within?No chains of fear, no iron liesshould hold a soul or dim its light.The world has learned through… Read more →
Higher Than We Know We come from stories carved in time,Old songs that shaped the way we rise.Culture is the heartbeat of our days,Tradition keeps our wandering souls in place.Every step we take is borrowed light—Guiding us back to what is right. And I feel the Heaven in the quiet air,The grace that lives in every simple prayer.If we walk… Read more →
Where the Old Roads Hold Me Fast (Irish Folk – Irish Pub Version) The old songs rise at evening,when the fire begins to glow.They tell of who we used to be,of fields we used to sow.And every tale my fathers keptstill beats inside my chest—for a man without his roots, they say,won’t ever find his rest. So raise your glass,… Read more →
Roots of the Good Lord’s Land (Traditional Gospel Choir) Down by the Good Lord’s river, where the old hymns rise,I hear my people singing softly ‘neath the Southern skies.Their voices guide my footsteps,like a steady, gentle hand—Saying: “Child, your strength is rootedin the ways that shaped this land.” I wandered far and wide,chasing things that fade like sand—Till I learned… Read more →
Rooted in the Riverline (Blues & Gospel Choir) Down by the riverline, where the old songs rise, I hear the voices of my people beneath those Southern skies. They whisper through the cotton fields, they speak in broken rhyme— Saying: “Child, without your roots, you drift with every tide.” I walked so far from home, thought freedom meant to roam—… Read more →