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Lyrics: Retired From The World
(MEMORIAL DAY)
Past Caring
Look at the dying swan. He lived faint and brief,
but he dies loudmouthed and for a long time.
No desire to organize your existence?
No ambition to improve anything in your boring life?
I don’t know what you want. I try to understand you,
but all I see is a little boy, who’s got the wind up.
Hey, man. You are a pain in my neck.
Your complaint about your hard life.
That nonsense about your unfair treatment.
You windbag, get a grip on yourself and take your position.
You windbag, get a grip on yourself and pull your socks up.
Once more, a useless ay is gone.
Wasted time, squandered life.
Nothing managed and nothing achieved.
Nothing has changed it’s all the same.
All the same.
What’s on your mind?
What’s in your heart?
Is this your way?
Try to restart.
And you will feel.
And you will see,
this is a new part.
Past caring.
© (L: Thomas Hein / M: Andreas M. Fritsch, Christian Schwalme)
Fantasy
The curtain falls, closes up my perceptions showing me a new,
never detected side of my feelings.
Allowing me to experience a deep harmony, like a deliverance,
I thought I would never find.
I’ve touched you-
one hundred times.
Courted you, held you and cared for you-
one thousand times.
In my fantasies, my dreams.
In these illusions, I’ve experienced all and feel,
the magic of love could last forever.
Forever you. Forever me.
I looked deep in your eyes and felt,
my wishes coming true.
My problems sounded so ridiculous
and my fears just swept away.
An emotion, never ending, never
and when we walk into the sunset, we will be one.
One thought, one way, one future.
Together in eternity.
But like one punch, the folly of my fantasy ends
with the punishment of pure reality.
And all that remains to me, is a feeling of hardness,
of resignation and of the certainty, it’s being only a fantasy.
The magic of love could last forever. Forever you. Forever me.
But it’s being only a fantasy.
© (L: Thomas Hein / M: Andreas M. Fritsch, Christian Schwalme)
In Meinen Träumen
Es ist nichts mehr so wie zuvor. Ich habe keine Fehler und Ängste mehr.
Frei von Gefühlen, die meine Lebenslust lähmen,
die meinen Wunsch glücklich zu sein, ersticken lassen.
Ich kann den Augenblick genießen,
ohne die Zeit als Wächter meiner inneren Ruhe.
Ohne die Sekunden zu beachten, die mich quälend und unaufhörlich,
durch den abgesteckten Rahmen des Tages führen.
Kann man ewig Glück empfinden? Ich kann es.
In meinen Träumen.
Ich kann machen was ich will und ich kann sein wer ich will.
Ich kann durch einen immergrünen Wald laufen
in dem es Rosenblätter regnet, die so weich sind,
daß sie meine Haut streicheln. Und im Hintergrund ertönt Musik,
so schöne Musik, daß sie meine Seele erwärmt.
Geführt von Stimmen, die von so etwas Wundervollem singen,
daß ich es nicht beschreiben kann.
Kann man so etwas wirklich erleben? Ich kann es.
In meinen Träumen.
Ich weiß nicht, warum ich noch in die Realität zurückkehre.
Hier ist nichts, was mich hält. Furcht und Qual, Haß und Angst.
Eckpfeiler meiner Wirklichkeit. Tobend und laut ist die Welt um mich geworden.
Wie ein pochender Schmerz in meinem Kopf. Tausend Gesichter, die mich anstarren.
Tausend Nadelstiche in mein Fleisch. Tausendfacher Schmerz.
Ich will nicht mehr zurück. Ich möchte für immer schlafen
und dort bleiben, wo es keine Schmerzen gibt.
In meinen Träumen
© (L: Thomas Hein / M: Andreas M. Fritsch, Christian Schwalme)
Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time ...
I never thought about anything.
Once upon a time ...
I was more simple but also cheerul.
I can remember when I wanted to conquer the world
and my dreams kept me stll alive.
Once upon a time ...
Untouched self lost in the past.
And sometimes when I look into the mirror.
There are tears, running over my cheek
with the thought of what has become of me.
Once upon a time ...
I was so fortunate, that I never thought about becoming sad.
Once upon a time ...
Every day was full of expectations.
But that is a long time ago.
Now it sounds like a fairytale to me.
Now I hate and curse my life.
Nothing’s like the little boy in my heart told me.
Time takes away the coloured pictures, that I got for ages
as a lovely packed present.
Once upon a time ...
I never thought about my death.
Once upon a time ...
I trusted my feelings in any case.
Can you understand my pain?
© (L: Thomas Hein / M: Andreas M. Fritsch, Christian Schwalme)
Your Demon
Look, what you have caused in your rage.
You have organized a wage.
Pick these pictures up in you.
Get to know yourself, review.
This is the dark side of your soul.
You must regain control,
before you lose this fight,
or there goes out your warm light.
Brought into being by dissatisfaction.
Never let your inner demon rise.
The moment has come.Combat the upcoming madness.
Never let your inner demon rise.
Analyze, understand, act.
No coward escape.
Get in his way and don’t submit.
Never turn your back against it.
Try not to forget,
the others won’t either forget.
Learn from your fury kind of life.
Finish this neverending strife.
Brought into being by dissatisfaction.
Never let your inner demon rise.
The moment has come. Combat the upcoming madness.
Never let your inner demon rise.
Do you feel it in your bones?
The creeping insanity. Don’t surrender to your hate.
Don’t let the outbursts of rage rule. Put up a fight!
© (L: Thomas Hein / M: Andreas M. Fritsch, Christian Schwalme)
Contemplation
Calm and peaceful,
my day fades out.
Contemplation
Floating composure
touches me lightly,
contacts me there,
where wounds open
and relieves, like balsam, the pain.
Contemplation
Many was trying, today.
A torrential stream, full of negative energy.
But not enough of this black power,
to stir up displeasure and fear in a dimension,
which would force me,
to see this day as my enemy.
Contemplation
I only can feel it
as a glowing hot sword,
but cold and blunt
the edge is quickly
defeatd by the
Contemplation.
© (L: Thomas Hein / M: Andreas M. Fritsch, Christian Schwalme)
Resolution
A life like a rock. Cold, rigid and grey.
Unchanging outlines. No growth, no retreat.
Unemotional, silent and helpless it tolerates everything
and never leaves its place.
Resolution. Step aside from the routine.
Resolution. Look behind the wall.
A life like clockwork. Simple, precise and rhythmical.
Constant timing. Not too fast, not too slow.
Reliable, accurate and tedious peforms its task
and will never do anything else.
Resolution. Step aside from the routine.
Resolution. Look behind the wall.
A life like in front of a wall. Tight, massive and unyielding.
Seperates you from reality. It captures, doesn’t protect you.
Shows you limits and directions.
The wrong side to explore this diversity of life.
Resolution. Step aside from the routine.
Resolution. Look behind the wall.
Every pointless day - Means one more brick.
Fear of the unknown - Means one more brick.
Rejections of new ways - Means one more brick.
And every negation of yourself - Means one more brick upon your wall.
You built a hiding-place from life. What is making you so terribly anxious?
The wrong side to explore this diversity of life.
© (L: Thomas Hein / M: Andreas M. Fritsch, Christian Schwalme)
Les Pensées Sans Temps
(Instrumental)
Les sentiments permettent les idées,
des idées les décisions resultent,
les décisions nous montrent la voie
et la voie c’est notre vie
© (L & M: Christian Schwalme)
Scars
Have you ever been hurt, before?
Have you ever been hurt so seriously, before,
that you close your eyes to the truth,
ashamed to be the victim?
Have you ever been hurt so seriously, before,
that it tears a deep gaping mark in your soul
and the pain is depriving your mind?
One day the wound gonna close,
but there’s a scar left, that reminds you of this story.
If you don’t protect your soul and open it for attack,
soon it will look so scarred and ugly
like an alien to yourself,
by mere sight.
Because the person you have been before had a soul,
that was flawless, unadulterated and beautiful.
Protect yourself from this transformation.
Don’t permit the destruction of what you are,
your matter of being, why you are here.
Protect yourself, because the most valuable thing,
is simply this magic of life
and it is so fragile and sensitive,
like the petals of a rose.
One day the wound gonna close,
but there’s a scar left, that reminds you of this story.
How many petals will fall, this time?
© (L: Thomas Hein / M: Andreas M. Fritsch, Christian Schwalme)
The Meaning Of Life
When a second turns into an hour
and a day to eternity.
When you are fulfilled
with pleasure and fortune.
When the power of darkness
can’t touch your bright shine of zest for life
and you become conscious for the endlessness of a moment,
then you have understood
the meaning of life.
© (L: Thomas Hein / M: Andreas M. Fritsch, Christian Schwalme)
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