A hool writes a really nice poem
someone kicks him in the face for it
Death has been on the S-Bahn here for a long time
and the sidewalks are turning red
In the pub opposite people have stopped asking
at home only the children are beaten
A tie is once again believed
an effective ghetto has been built in the suburbs
She was, she is, she remains
Sorry
And Clockwork I've seen Orange ten times
and I'm really trying to fully understand it
A hippie is talking to me about world peace
I don't know what to think of it in '93
It always will harder, the more we deteriorate
when hundreds of fists clench in front of water cannons
Sometimes it comes loudly, much more often it is silent
I don't know anyone who voluntarily participates wants to be on the assembly line
She was, she is, she remains
I'm sorry
And I look into these eyes, time stands still
Just know that I can't be anywhere else wants
Something explodes inside me
so far from any hate, far from any greed
Maybe John Lennon was right somewhere
oh if it were like that, it would be It's really not bad
This little light, take good care of it
When the cold storm comes crashing down on you again
She was, she is, she remains
You have the choice
It's your choice />

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