Tugend zahlt sich aus (Der steinige Weg) / Virtue Pays Off (The Rocky Road)

Tugend zahlt sich aus (Der steinige Weg) Ein Tisch fast leer, die Lampe schwach, die Nächte lang, das Geld zu knapp. Ein Mann schreibt Sätze gegen die Zeit, während draußen der Glanz regiert. Die Kinder lernen früh Verzicht, die Straße glänzt, doch ihres nicht. Die Frau spart Schmuck, spart jeden Traum, doch nicht die Würde, nicht den Glauben. Sie kommen… Read more →

The Greatest Love

The Greatest Love July was burning, barbed wire and dust,Men without names, reduced to their rust.Hunger and silence, striped cloth and skin,But something still lived deep within.A number stitched where a name once stood,16670 still knew what is good. When fear was law and mercy was gone,One quiet faith was holding on. This is the greatest love we know,To walk… Read more →

Before Time Moves Again

Before Time Moves Again Snow on the streets, the evening holds its breath Windows glow like fragile thoughts A town wrapped tight in silver light As if the world forgot to move A young woman counts the falling flakes An old man listens to the past A child waits where candles tremble For tomorrow to begin Clocks stand still, the… Read more →

Thirty-Five Percent

Thirty-Five Percent January lights on silent streetsRadiators whisper doubtNumbers flicker on the screensWe feel the cold before it’s out Thirty-five percent on Thursday morningBlinking red in control rooms deepThey say the system’s stableWhile the ground beneath us sleepsOnce the tanks were full of promisesNow they’re hollow, thin and slowGas is there but won’t come risingWhen the pressure drops below They… Read more →

Wenn der Michel erwacht

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 / 火马之年 / Año del Caballo de Fuego / L’Année du Cheval de Feu

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 →

DARK TO LIGHT

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 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 →

Snow Outside, Love Inside

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 →

Come Sing the Light

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 / Asphalt Skin

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 →