can you, can you think it is alright
that we live our separate lifes
from now on and until the end of…
days passed, without seeing what they meant
without giving us a chance
to make our love like it was before…
can’t think of the best day
you had in quite a while
can’t remember the last time
you slept really well
but still there’s so much to hold on to
yeah, there is
you can’t say that
this is only your fault
you can’t blame
yourself with all of it, oh no
you should have
the strength to push through, oh
I heard you say
you can’t go on like this
that you’re lost in space
and find no way out
think you’re on your own
think you’re all alone
can you still remember when we first met?
it was so many years ago
do you recall where you found my number
and called me up for fun?
and would you look back at those days and say
they were only some kind of joke?
but please
remember I’m your friend
though I never held your hand
though we never had been near
Wie man 13 Monate im Schnelldurchlauf vergeudet
Montag, 1. Juli 2002, Neustadt (Hessen)
Seltsam viele Leipziger für Hessen. Egal, 3 Monate vergehen ja bekanntlich schnell, auch wenn’s nicht immer spaßig war in der 6./InstBtl 51. Spaß gibt’s ja genug in der Stammeinheit.
Donnerstag, 26. September 2002, Schwalmstadt (immer noch Hessen)
Puh, Grundausbildung geschafft, aber leider Fernmelder geworden in der 1./NschBtl 51. Tagesablauf: 6:00 aufstehen, 6:30 putzen, 6:50 antreten, 7:00 noch mal antreten, 7:10 Kaffe trinken, 8:30 gesagt bekommen, dass es keine Aufträge gibt, 9:00 NATO-Pause, 9:30 Sport, 12:00 Mittag, 13:00 ab in die Inst-Halle, 15:00 Sonnen, 16:30 Dienstschluss.
i’ve never thought that i could find someone like you
i wouldn’t believe in angels that feel anything too
i try to clear my mind – rationality is gone
and when i recall your smile i ponder what went wrong
now you are far away, but still I won’t forget
I can’t seem to change all those thoughts in my head
smell the fresh air of the sky
of cold winds passing by
moving distant grey clouds
on this rainy day
hear the mountain’s faint sound
up above the world we know
still he stands in the storm
old wise tall and proud
watch the raindrops on the ground
building rivers in the sand
flowing swiftly down the slopes
to the sea so far away