Gedichte auf Englisch (Seite 21)

dear fear

so fast and yet it
seems like their is no end
it is so strong and sure a bit
weak but tell me how should I send

you a reply which is „I‘m fine“ ?
Yeah I am fine but it‘ll never go.
I‘m sry for hiding my light and bein a hoe
But I‘m not sry to shine tho.

A couple of years left a scar inside my breast and
you couldn‘t look away
the fear never went
I‘m accepting it today.

I never loved myself enough
that‘s why I treated no one with love
I‘m sry for being a hoe
and sry for letting u go.

JUNK NEWS

They write it in the papers, they show it on TV,
they tell it on the radio: reports for you and me.
No news is bad news - bad news is better.
Good news is rare, but that doesn't matter.

They wrote it in the papers, they showed it on TV.
They told it on the radio: reports for you and me.
No news? Bad news. Bad news? That's better.
Peace talks have failed, but that doesn't matter.

They read it in the papers, they see it on TV.
They hear it on the radio: To be or not to be.
Don't give a damn, budgets growing fatter
for overkill's sake. But that doesn't matter.

They read it in the papers, you saw it on TV,
I heard it on the radio that we are not to be.
Same news as ever, couldn't be sadder.
So future looks dark - but that doesn't matter...

(Jan 7th, 1985)

Heinrich Baumgarten

Dreamaholic's Lullaby

Dreamy face, sleepy eyes, here comes the night.
Get into bed, my dear, turn off the light.
Now the day is done, rest and calm down.

Sleepy eyes, dreamy face, here is the night.
Get rid of everything, sorrows and plight.
Think of butterflies hovering by.

Dreamy face, sleepy eyes, what do you see
Looking into yourself, thinking of me?
Set your mind afloat, give in to sleep.

Sleepy face, dreamy eyes, cobwebbed in peace,
Drifting in eiderdown, breathing release.
Thoughts like foggy bats favour your dreams.

(April 16th, 1985)

Heinrich Baumgarten

through your eyes

Sometimes you can't feel
the joy you had before
because suffering steal
it and shut the door

It's not true
who I am through your eyes
and you have no clue
how many times she dies

Dying is not a one last case
It's called life sometimes
sometimes you're in a horrible place
and your spirit experience crimes

you won't ever see the truth
and I guess it's the best for me and you
It's like loosing a tooth
it hurts but you're going through

I need to let go and move on
but everything feels so big
and I'm so down
and I'm so, so far away

I want to live through my eyes
but It's so hard

Gedichte auf Englisch - Seite 21

dear fear

JUNK NEWS

Dreamaholic's Lullaby

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through your eyes