The ocean was ruff
Up and down all the time
It was cold
I was hungry
I can't eat
Up and down all the time
That wasn't the American dream
That wasn't my dream
Many days ago
The dream, our dream became real
I saw the lady
The sun tingled me
The agony was over
A new hope was born
I saw the land
Where dreams became real
Gedicht
Die Deutschen sind ein gemeingefährliches Volk: Sie ziehen unerwartet ein Gedicht aus der Tasche und beginnen ein Gespräch über Philosophie.
Heinrich Heine, 13.12.1797 - 17.02.1856
Heinrich Heine, 13.12.1797 - 17.02.1856
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Samstag, 29. Juni 2013
chain of the past
I'm a prisoner of the past
I want to go forward
But the chain of the time
Don't let me go
I want to blow up the chain
But they are to strong for me
I need help to do this
But who can help me
The chain is broken
I run in the future
The past follow me
It comes near and near
It is behind me
It is next to me
It is over me
It is under me
The past catch me
I fell down
I get new a new chain
The chain is stronger then the last
I want to go forward
But the chain of the time
Don't let me go
I want to blow up the chain
But they are to strong for me
I need help to do this
But who can help me
The chain is broken
I run in the future
The past follow me
It comes near and near
It is behind me
It is next to me
It is over me
It is under me
The past catch me
I fell down
I get new a new chain
The chain is stronger then the last
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