Rin´s Sammelkiste

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    Songtext ohne Titel

    The last time i cried – you know
    The last time i wept was long ago
    It feels cold, but not even that
    Can´t feel anger, hope or regret
    There´s only one feeling left
    And it´s always there
    When you are losing control
    A feeling that builds fear


    Another day without love, without hate
    Without hope, without regret
    Another day without a whisper of my soul
    Without a cry of my heart
    Another day with frozen tears that never comes to life
    Another day without a future, a day without drive


    A chilly breeze – this frozen air
    Surrounds me all day long
    Captured in an icy atmosphere
    Which supports me, makes me strong
    Shelters me from falling apart
    A weak protection of my soul, of my heart
    It keeps me from harming myself
    But inside it really tears me apart


    Another day without love, without hate
    Without hope, without regret
    Another day without a whisper of my soul
    Without a cry of my heart
    Another day with frozen tears that never comes to life
    Another day without a future, a day without drive


    I would like to sense
    One lonely moment and i will give up my defense
    Melt the ice which covers my soul
    Split the shield which keeps me under control


    Push the feeling that slowly appears
    A feeling that hurts, A feeling that fears
    But later it might let me love – and then...


    The feeling which brings me back to life
    All over again
    A cry of my heart
    A whisper of my soul
    For one last time
    ...one last time



    Razorblade-Rock´n roll


    Verse
    Would you take with me a ride
    Face the deamons of the night
    I must convince i´m not so smart
    But we can make a brandnew start


    Leave the flashlights on this street
    Lean on me, admit the defeat
    Ride on, ride on
    We are the fallen one


    Refrain
    Razorblade-Rock´n roll
    Madness, sadness
    Enjoy the show
    I loose my mind
    I loose my grip
    Can you feel the bloody fingertip


    Verse
    I take your hand, feel you so close
    We get the living overdose
    I pull the trigger so decided
    Hit the blinded one, so absent minded


    Leave the flashlights on this street
    Lean on me, admit the defeat
    Ride on, ride on
    Lífe´s still going on


    Refrain
    Razorblade-Rock´n roll
    Madness, sadness
    Enjoy the show
    I loose my mind
    I loose my grip
    Can you feel the bloody fingertip


    Bridge
    I will never go your way
    I will never look away
    It is my choice
    It is my life
    You can´t break me
    It´s so clear to see


    Bridge
    Leave the flashlights on this street
    Lean on me, admit the defeat


    Refrain
    Razorblade-Rock´n roll
    Madness, sadness
    Enjoy the show
    I loose my mind
    I loose my grip
    Can you feel the bloody fingertip



    Ein englisches Gedicht

    Try to fly away from all your sins
    But they´ll ever coming back on your long way home
    When do you arrive, will you someday?
    I don´t know it already
    But i will pray for you in my darkest hours
    That your way is the one that is right
    And that you will never get lost on it
    Like i did, when i´ve tried to cross the line
    With the devil in my backyard and the celestial bliss in my heart
    So please hold on and touch the sun for me





    Und noch was auf Deutsch, eigentlich eher nur so ein paar festgehaltende Gedanken :)

    Der Aufprall war hart.
    Der Sturz tief, aber vorhersehbar.
    Die Suche nach Halt kläglich gescheitert.
    Meine Hände aufgeschürft von den schroffen Felsen am Rande des Abgrundes.
    Ich liege auf dem Rücken, mein Kopf schmerzt.
    Die Augen öffne ich nur langsam.
    Ein summen und dröhnen begleitet die Stiche in meinem Kopf.
    Kein Ausweg zu sehen.
    Es gibt sicher einen, ich muss nur suchen.
    Mein Herz schlägt heftig und treibt das Blut durch meine Adern.
    Der Puls rast.
    Die Zeit steht.
    Ich raffe mich auf und ignoriere wieder einmal alle Signale.
    Vielleicht einmal zu viel.
    Die Frage in meinem Hinterkopf begleitet mich bei jedem meiner Schritte.
    "Nicht tief genug gefallen?"




    "History is much like an endless waltz. The three beats of war, peace and revolution continue on forever."

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