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Eine Musik so schön und blau wie ihre Augen Voller Schmerz in seinem Glauben Kam von diesem kleinen Zimmer Sein Ein und Alles, seine Flucht vor der Realität Er spielte und hörte zu Und Verstand kam besser von seiner Hand Seine Gefühle in drei Minuten Gab ihr Einsicht in sein Leben In seinem Leben brauchte er nur zwei Sachen Sie und sein Gitarre Aber dazu war er nicht stark genug um zu tragen Ein Fluss voller Freuden und Klagen Dann verlass Sie das Zimmer des Lebens und er war allein Er rufte nach ihr Seine Stimme schallte in dem leeren Zimmer Und er war allein Nur er und seine Gitarre ohne Saiten Und die Musik war still… Seine Gedanken waren so froh wenn er spielte So schön und bunt Nichts in der Welt konnte ihn erregen Er war perfekt wie die anderen Die Musik war ein Ausweg, eine Medizin für seine Krankheit Er hatte alles unter Kontrolle, alles war in Ordnung Tag ein, tag aus, dankte er Gott für seine Hände Die Musik war sein Verstand Er spielte lauter und lauter Aber Zeit war nicht auf seiner Seite Kaum konnte er seine Finger merken, aber er konnte sie fühlen Es wurde sehr leise Und die Musik war still… translation: A music as beautiful and blue as her eyes Full of pain in his beliefs Came from this small room That meant the world to him, being his escape from reality He played and listened His mind spoke better through his hands His feelings in three minutes Gave her insight to his life In his life he needed two things only Her and his guitar But that he wasn't strong enough to carry A river of joy and grief Then she left the room of life and he was alone He cried for her His voice echoed in that empty room And he was alone Just him and his guitar without strings And the music was silent... His thoughts were so bright when he played So pretty and colorful Nothing in the world could provoke him He was perfect as anyone else Music was his resort, a medicine for his disease He had everything under control, everything was fine Day in, day out he thanked God for his hands Music was his sanity He played louder and louder But time wasn't on his side He could hardly sense his fingers, but he could feel them It got very quiet And the music was silent... |
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