Heppner Witt die flut

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The flood
[Witt]
When I don't feel calm within myself,
Bitterness washes around my dark heart.
I just wait for the next day,
that's mine awakens.
When darkness obscures the clear view,
No sense can satisfy a longing anymore,
I summon the one dream
that will never come true.
[Heppner]
And you call into the night,
and you beg for miraculous power,
for a better world to live in,
but there will be no other!
: When will the flood come
: over me?
: When will the flood come,
: that touches me?
: When will the flood come,
: that touches me takes away with me
: into another great life -
: somewhere.
[Witt]
All the time goes by so quickly,
every trace of me flies away like dust.
Driven endlessly far,
by an invisible hand.
Isn't there also the star there in the cold firmament that burns just for me.
A dull glow, like a fire in the night,
that never goes away.
[Heppner]
And you look up at the sky,
curse the stubborn passage of time.
Make yourself one World of deception and illusion,
but there will be no other!
: When will the flood come
: on me?
: When will the flood come,
: the touched me?
: When will the flood come,
: that will take me away
: into another great life -
: somewhere.
[Heppner]
And you call out to the world
that you no longer like it.
You want to experience a more beautiful one,
but there will be no other!
: When will the flood come?
: about me?
: When will the flood come,
: that will touch me?
: When will the flood come,
: that will take me away
: into another great life -
: somewhere.

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