2018.04.04.
The Travellers
Come closer, dear peopleI'll bring you some music.
Sensations lie ahead
We lead you through a golden gate
A beautiful dancer is moving around
An old witch reads from your hand
Our philosopher will want to prove something to you
And our lots promise high prices
To hear the minstrel sing in the street
The juggler will have to grimace
The wizard is swinging his wand again
And the horses are going at a nice trot, too
These are children of another race
They're nice people who don't hate anyone
They move around all their lives
And they share your life with song
These people come out of the dark
Where the dead can be heard
Where there are brightly sparkling stones
Where you can dip dreams into
These people travel endlessly
And reveal miracles to us
Already from far away one hears you coming
Then stay here for a few days.
They say they steal and
they would torture the children of others
These people are brown and look healthy
And they are that beautiful, that you have to be amazed
They live freer than anyone else
But the others say one should be ashamed of it
And in their midst there's a wench
All can see her really detailed in her glimmer
That's her lily or thorn rose
She turns men into heroes in fighter pose.
She looks proudly at the eyes of those boys
Then she lets her head rest in her arms
And the eyes are stinging dangerously around
And one carries a knife in his hand
These people come out of the dark
Where the dead can be heard
Where there are brightly sparkling stones
Where you can dip dreams into
These people travel endlessly
And reveal miracles to us
This is just too much for my mind
I feel the signs in my hand
My feet follow these birds
Could I come with you guys, too?
While others are bound to their earth
Carrying life and could be carried
I can only become a minstrel
I am in exile on earth
That's why sometimes I sneak through the streets
Humming of songs for the humming of the motors
Then put away the card of fate again
Tomorrow I'll be woken up by the planes
Then I'll go out to the edge of town
Find me a place to sleep
Then I look up at the evening sky
And check the weather signs there.
My blood runs out of the dark
Where the dead can be heard
Where there are stones that sparkle brightly
Where you can dip your dreams in it
And I also want to travel endlessly
And I also want to reveal miracles to you