A keresés eredménye

Light

Your world turns into a home
One, two rooms, kitchen, bathroom
Sometimes a sunbeam pierces through the windows
You encounter not many people
In these invisible times
Save for the man delivering your packages
 
And one doesn't see the faces
Behind all those colourful masks
Perhaps something is coming to an end
And back there the light is still on
On the balconies where the brimful ashtrays are
 
There is not one where all are to blame
And whomever doesn't want the blame
There must be one
Who's being applauded for comfort
And who knows whom they will help
When it's getting crowded at the station (?)
And whomever plays God here at a bad hourly pay
 
And on the steps up the Reichstag
They play at Truth or Duty
Perhaps something is coming to an end
And back there the light is still on
in some rooms
Where the monitors keep flickering on endlessly
 
We put on values like garments
But how do values materialise
And where is Peace but a golden accessory?
Who doesn't want to remember history
is to relive it
As long as it used to be better in the past again
 
And each one wants some truth
Promising him security
Perhaps something new is starting here
And there is nothing more we know
But you are there, I sing for you
And there's already light at the end of this street