Kunze Heinz Rudolf A form of violence Apelle,
does not agree with the way the world is going.
The days like broken chords,
the nights and their self-forgotten beat,
I am not a fighter, says the old stoker,< br/>before he moves back to Italy.
The cold promises of happiness on the radio:
Enough of hearing about the depression!
Your happiness sounds like a moral crime,
except that suddenly doesn't bother anyone anymore.
I don't agree that now more and more often
a word like war is used on dry lips.
Don't kid yourself, it started a long time ago,
maybe it is the brain has already been bombed out.
They are clearing their republic of citizens.
You allow it, because it was never yours.
And freedom means: suffering as an onlooker
during this autopsy of utopia.
There really isn't much to do with you.
But even if no one believes it, you're not proud
of your bottomless integrity -
You're not made of anyone, not even : andrem, wood.
Disagree with the lukewarm equanimity
that already takes the question for the answer.
Winter reads the posters with amusement
which say that he is coming , and definitely.
Do not agree with the pain of women
and that you put yourself in their long-suffering.
But who can guarantee you, when you leave,
that you Are you moving towards yourself?
Disagree with the harsh voice
with which you are accused of convenience.
As a dissident in deadly thin airs
You pant towards the earth: only no envy!
Not agreeing with the way things are going,
but never standing in their way.
The only child in the hornet's nest of truth.
Not agreeing with the way the world is going .
Joachim Luhrmann: drums
Joshi Kappl: bass guitar
Hendrik Schaper: synthesizer, sequencer
Mick Franke: acoustic guitar
HRK: vocals, piano

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