The Voice From The Background

Adequate

Whatever I do, they leave me in peace. Even if I laugh, there's an ease. Yet I'm happy with what is. I give it back, believe you, what you are.

So I sing, humming to myself, I know I'm not alone here. They don't fool me, it's meant to be. I like it, this is my life.

That tasted good to me, I find it good. My blood slowly calms down. In harmony, I can be even better, Many things will turn out well, so fine and small.

This hasn't only happened to me, It will affect other people too. No one wants to accuse the other, They don't want to compete with each other.

Whatever I do, they leave me in peace. Even if I laugh, there's an ease. Yet I'm happy with what is. I give it back, believe you, what you are.

Everyone is there for each other. That has strengthened us. It's fun this way, yes. I've understood. We've achieved something.

Whatever I do, they leave me in peace. Even if I laugh, there's an ease. Yet I'm happy with what is. I give it back, believe you, what you are.

Song

Reflection

Finitude is a power that creates our condition.
Soon possessed all, yet only briefly kept.
Therefore, man complains, without question, against fate.
But has it not happened to all? - All people worry.

Dreary is this one life, hardly anyone can forgive themselves the suffering.
Hardly anyone who makes something better out of it.
We don't enjoy the whole thing, yes, the sun doesn't shine every day.
We must learn to deal with it fairly.

Meanwhile, the winds blow, many days pass.
Worlds disappear and emerge,
it all takes time with us.
Meanwhile, life goes on.

First happy and cheerful, then, after vain exuberance,
after an excess of strength and sap,
we have hardly been well.
The embers extinguish, and decline follows directly.

Then life seems so long.
With a serious, depressed expression, we have remained there,
seeking shadows, rest and love,
and become grayer, year after year.

Song

Life's Journey

In life, we search for signs,
That show us the way, give us direction.
We look at what lies before us,
And try to understand the milestones.

Sometimes it's hard to find answers,
Reactions have to be coped with, the meaning to be seen.
Deep within us is something,
That we feel as happiness.

The times of strife and darkness,
They bring us many a difficult hour.
The night may be dark, but the day will be bright again,
Then we realize what fulfills us.

Sometimes it's easy to say something.
Joy is to be felt, the meaning to be understood.
Deep within us is something,
That we feel as happiness.

Fulfillment is a goal we set for ourselves.
It is an anchor in time.
But we have to fight for it,
Every day, every hour of our lives it is demanded of us.

Sometimes it's beautiful to give answers,
That people seek relentlessly.
Deep within us is something,
That we feel as happiness.

Song

The Toil of a Smith

Wieland, the smith, has a name
That far and wide is unmatched.
Yet faith teaches us compassion.
The greatness of some is like a curse for them.

Insignificant is the course of my life,
Meager before me appears the yield of my hand's work.
But is it already time to take stock?
Yes, is everything already in vain?

Life has many sides.
Some of them are unknown to me.
Here I am, examining my anxious hand,
Breathing heavily and feeling my suffering.

What should my life make possible for me?
What should bring me relief?
In the garden, I hear the birds singing.
From this, I recognize a cheerfulness in certain things.

It would not be easy for an owl to laugh.
One looks at him askance.
No one is entirely free today.
What do we want to make of it?

Something great has not been commanded.
It was meant to be given, but it will not be stolen from us.
My eyes are clouded, what does my life mean to me?
I have lost the sense of striving.

My spirit no longer bears witness to such depth,
Even though I have already fought for it in this existence.
The uncomfortable narrowness of the given
Makes me dissatisfied and empty.

I fasten my own to the object.
I do this when I am allowed to.
Then I would like to feel breadth, height, and depth again.
Nothing bad should happen.

Of importance in the world
Is an unconstrained hand,
Which creatively brings forth from itself
What the material holds hidden within it.

There I have shaped my things.
They are what keep me upright.
I have managed some of it.
In doing so, my expression has brightened.

Happiness should be preserved.
For this, we have to contend.
What we know how to set right,
For that, leisure should kiss us.

Song

Pure Love

Pratt is awake early in the morning. It's raining today, the drops patter on the roof. Then an idea comes to him. He wants bread. We should thank him for that. Having bread is a necessity.

The idea of it is already in the air. But Pratt doesn't come out of his crypt. His back hurts, his shoulder aches, That didn't delight any of us. What a treat a buttered bread would be now.

We are looking forward to that now. Our will is shattered, Pratt is not yet in his senses. It's impossible to think of anything else. We try to direct his mind to it, We didn't succeed right away, but at least he struggled with himself.

Then he howls and screams, ai ai ai, When will this misery be over? He still doesn't get out of bed, But this hunger is the full deal.

None of us wants to mimic the baker, We wouldn't bake such good bread ourselves. It takes knowledge for such things, You can't do everything yourself.

So we continue to ride this wave. Our stomach already has a dent. At some point Pratt gets up anyway. He accepts all this now.

Now we are looking for the money, We only have pennies to get. So we ordered him to do it and he simply stole the bread for us.

Song

Remain

Human, moment in infinity, breath in eternity. Stardust, miracle of flesh and blood, thoughts and feelings, a spark of life.

You feel the sun, the wind in your hair, life pulsates, near and so clear. You laugh and cry, love and lose, you dream of worlds that no one else adorns.

Dance between light and shadow, ups and downs, becoming and passing away. You leave traces, tender and small, in hearts and the world where you were at home.

You feel the sun, the wind in your hair, life pulsates, near and so clear. You laugh and cry, love and lose, you dream of worlds that no one else adorns.

What remains when the curtain falls, your time has come, the sound of the bell illuminates everything? Dreams, hopes, fears fade away, but the spark of your soul will endure.

You feel the sun, the wind in your hair, life pulsates, near and so clear. You laugh and cry, love and lose, you dream of worlds that no one else adorns.

Remain, in the hearts of those who love you, remain, in the traces you describe. Remain a part of the whole, forever connected to the eternal flow of life, even when you are gone.

Song

The Light of Life

In Prague's alleys, veiled in mist, Lives one, in chess's grasp, he's kissed, Who can decide the world's own fate, Alistair, the shadow's mate, A master player, clear as day. His eyes are dark, deep, and they gleam, His game's radical, come what may, Sometimes, he's lost within a dream.

Chess, a grand and mighty game, Who knows it, feels its burning flame. You pull the strings, you guide the hand, A puppeteer, you understand. He sees the moves, foretells the plan, The network spins, both near and far. The people bring him word and more, They whisper softly, night and day, what they are waiting for. He sinks deep in the game's embrace, He knows it all, he sets the pace.

The president and his escort too, Are manipulated, right on cue. A master of deceit, refined, He knows how fates are intertwined. The corrective force, it seems to be, This shadow man, the player, he.

Chess, a grand and mighty game, Who knows it, feels its burning flame. You pull the strings, you guide the hand, A puppeteer, you understand. He sees the moves, foretells the plan, The network spins, both near and far. The people bring him word and more, They whisper softly, night and day, what they are waiting for. He sinks deep in the game's embrace, He knows it all, he sets the pace.

Loneliness surrounds his heart, No love to play a single part. He stays the player, ever bound, In his own spell, he's always found. Who starts to play the world's great game, May dig a grave for all our name.

The world's his board, he knows each square, The moves he makes, beyond compare. We think we know, we understand, A bleak design, across the land. Who still can hope, against the odds, Has seen the world, and all its frauds. It happens, though we disapprove, Much good remains, the world to prove. Man swore his oath, to make things right, The devil's pact, released from night. What he now wants, and what he can do, Will captivate, no more, the few.

Chess, a grand and mighty game, Who knows it, feels its burning flame. You pull the strings, you guide the hand, A puppeteer, you understand.

Song

Do Not Joke

The world keeps turning, the world won't cease, In rapid tempo, the carousel's release. Information, it might just be, Unraveling constantly over you and me. We sneer and laugh, it's clear to see, At what we just disagree. This world of mine, it's not for me, Everything fades so rapidly.

Social media, a harassing spree, This nonsense, can't decipher, you agree? The news so loud, so clear, it seems, Ringing tinny, or are they just bad dreams? We watch, we stare, with vacant eyes, A little devil in disguise, He scolds an old and feeble man, Who can't help himself, if he even can.

Do you have that much time to spare? Do you love this superficial air? What does loneliness mean to you? Silent moments, they hinder what we do. Sometimes we're chic, sometimes at home, Nothing stirs, we are left alone. We watch TV, our minds grow numb, Feeling foolish, overcome.

Do we still believe in what is good? Who's making all this misunderstood? Who's always leading us astray? Who wants to buy our soul away?

Social media, a harassing spree, This nonsense, can't decipher, you agree? The news so loud, so clear, it seems, Ringing tinny, or are they just bad dreams? We watch, we stare, with vacant eyes, A little devil in disguise, He scolds an old and feeble man, Who can't help himself, if he even can.

Do you have that much time to spare? Do you love this superficial air? What does loneliness mean to you? The world keeps turning, the world won't cease, In rapid tempo, the carousel's release. Information, it might just be, Unraveling constantly over you and me. We sneer and laugh, it's clear to see, At what we just disagree. This world of mine, it's not for me, Everything fades so rapidly.

Song

The Song of the Glass Bead Game

In narrow alleys, full of trinkets and dust, A merchant offers a feast for the eyes, the glass beads, what a colorful plunder, A promise of happiness that is no empty fallacy for us. We see the shine so clearly and are not sad.

A silver thaler goes easily away, For red stones, smooth and fine. What fun, that makes sense, Yet the shine draws us deep into a spell.

Tools faithful and craftsmanship, that we possess. That will soon be exchanged by us. The merchant grows eternally rich. One glass bead is so like another.

This addiction that holds us captive, Suddenly means everything in the world to us. We have no ear for the warnings of the people. The glass bead game achieves so much today.

Our strong hands grow soft, The strong color in our faces already looks quite pale. We trade our most valuable goods for an illusion. That is not good, that is already dangerous.

On the cold morning, we then stand there without a roof, We have no warm clothes and are so weak. The beads that were once supposed to make us happy, Were the reason why we wanted all this so much.

Hope flees from this horror, Many friends now turn away from us. We stand before the pile of shards. The whole thing will still bring us to the grave.

Song

The voice from the Background

A flower stands by the roadside, looking so sweet, And I look at her closely and wonder why she's there on the street.

Is she perhaps working the streets, or what does she want to achieve? She is beautiful. She has shiny, brown hair, I believe. Is she perhaps working the streets, or what does she want to achieve? She is beautiful. She has shiny, brown hair, I believe.

What does she need the money for? Why is she standing here? What kind of world is this? But it's none of my business, I fear. I look at her and she looks away. She is embarrassed, I must say. This is what happens here, She is forsaken by all good spirits, it is clear. She can stand there for a long time…

And when she can't laugh anymore in the evening, And when she sits there and cries, And the savior in need is the drug, Then she is united with all the darkness, it's a rug.

She is united with all the darkness, With all the powers of life, That are bad And corrupt people, full of strife.

And then she stands There with a pile of shards and is forgotten, it's true, She spoils and withers…

She can hold out for a few years, But then she is lost, it appears. She is only granted a few years…

Nothing will remain but the pile of shards And all the bad moments, it's hard. Things you don't want to remember…

Even though she is a beautiful flower And is still in her youth, It is still the case that I lose my appetite, that's the truth.

I think flowers should remain flowers, We don't need to pluck them, it's true. I think flowers should remain flowers, We don't need to pluck them, it's true.

It brings me no joy to destroy a life. I don't want to conjure up the downfall of a young person, no strife.

I don't want to conjure that up. It would bother me, fill my cup.

Song

The Clouds So High

Hail in the mountain clouds so high Two travelers lost in the foggy sky The path they walked has disappeared Their strength is fading, filled with fear No escape, no way to turn The hail is whipping, the wind does churn Cold seeps deep into their bones Numbness spreads, their bodies moan

Despair gnaws deep within their hearts Hope dwindles, fading, falling apart On this icy day, so cold and grim A shepherd calls from the mountain's rim His gaze fixed on the valley below To a farmhand, he instructs just so: "Boy, go up to the mountain's height Two wanderers are lost in the fading light"

"Find them before the night descends Before the ice and snow transcend Bring them bread and cheese to eat So they won't suffer in the freezing sleet" The boy ascends with courage bold He finds them, poor souls, weak and cold Shivering, injured, beneath a slope He shares his food, his warmth, his hope

"Don't lose your heart, dear sirs," he cries "I'll lead you back down, beneath clear skies" Together they descend, the boy leading the way Step by step, through the winding way The hail subsides, the sun shines bright Breaking through the clouds, a welcome sight

In the village, people wait and pray With fear and worry, they stand at bay But when they see the three appear Joy erupts, casting out all fear Relief, praise, gratitude abound Their hearts beat with a joyful sound The two companions, safe and sound The boy's brave deed, with praise is crowned

Through the mountain clouds, a song rings clear A reminder of humanity, held so dear In times of hardship, darkness, and strife Kindness and courage will give us life.