Liebe Musiker-Freunde !
I stood there. . . helplessly . . . holding my life in my hands . . . and I hated myself for it.
I had always tried to make my life so . . . that it would be a pleasure to live,
and I failed again and again . . .and I hated myself for it.
and I call "God !" . . . if you exist . . . how much longer I must fight,
how much longer should I try . . . how long?
and I listened . . .and I was not even disappointed to take not any answer true
I admired those who took samples to the sound of the trees in the wind . . . for an answer.
I envied those who murmur of the waves . . . a message withdrawals
God . . . if he exist . . . loved them .. . and I believed to understand
that I was to unimportantly . . . and God simply forgot me. . . .
High above the sky my soul fly . . .
and as much as she is searching . . . she finds no happiness.
and I cried because I still had no shoes . . . until I met a man
who had no feet . . .
and I got up, took him in my arms, and left . . .
Wir machten wieder etwas gemeinsam, Stoni und ich . Wir hoffen, es gefällt Euch !
Danke, dass es Euch gibt . . . und
Viel Freude !
Karin und stoneface