The musician at the edge of the stage
The audience is facing him
And listens quietly to his singing
What a pleasure, the sound of the voice
The melody, the play of tones
A masterpiece in form and style
Gives everyone here for a short time
Complete satisfaction
And he sings to the whole world
The rain that falls from heaven for ¤llt
The animals and the sunshine
The seed, the gemstone
But at some point some people ask themselves
What this person is basically saying
Something beautiful is missing from all of this A sound
The logical connection
And slowly the suspicion arises
That someone is making fun here
He gets the money and the applause
And behind him he laughs at us
He sings about death and renunciation
Of shoe cream and candlelight
He sings about lime, he sings about snow
And about the pancreas ¼se
They pour gasoline on him
And then someone sets him on fire
So he burns brightly on his throne
And sings the last note in pain
After a year, no one knows any more
The names of his tormentors
However, his song and also his suffering
Mark us for eternity

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