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Little Boy

There lives a boy in me
Who has never left me
Who always wants to climb trees
Except for the highest branch
Who never comes down alone
And brags from the fantastic view
Because he is afraid of the depth
And of falling
 
There lives a little boy in me
Who is always impatient
Who simply can never lose
No matter which game he plays
Who does not like to go into the basement
Out of fear of darkness
Who sometimes talks to himself
So that he is not alone
 
I don't know where he is right now
He comes and goes as he wants
No idea what is proceeding in his head
He never tells me what he thinks
If he thinks
 
If he wants to annoy me
Then he goes forward with his jokes
He just comes out
And sits next to me
Before other people, he makes me ridiculous
To the best of his ability
And then if I want to capture him
He gives me no chance
 
I don't know where he is right now
He comes and goes as he wants
No idea what is proceeding in his head
He never tells me what he thinks
If he thinks
 

Jürgen Englers Party

We're standing at the door and we're not getting in,
Inside there is caviar by candlelight.
Holger Hiller arrives with bodyguards,
Mass brawl for an autograph.
 
Jürgen Engler is having a party
And we're not getting in.
Jürgen Engler is having a party,
The doorman sends us home!
 
He sends us home, home, home!
 
We wait behind the barrier,
Community officers watch the whole house.
Am I seeing clearly or is it just a dream?
There is Doro standing on the balcony!
 
Jürgen Engler is having a party
And we're not getting in.
Jürgen Engler is having a party,
The doorman sends us home!
 
He sends us home, home, home, home!
 
I'm not fluent so feel free to correct
Ich bin nicht fließend, Korrekturen sind wilkommen

Ghost House

Today I stopped by the house again
The house where no one has lived for a long time
The wind beats against all the windows
The doors bolted and wedged
Black weeds climb up the walls
 
Like a memorial, like a cold stone
That only lies there without strength
The rats and their kingdom
No one sets foot there anymore
A place that has given up on itself
 
There were once parents here, children and yelling
Dreams and family arguments
And love once lived here
 
Only the ghosts remain
You can hear them, they wail with the wind
They sit there the whole night
Alone on the cold roof
Waiting for a new day to begin
 
I'm not fluent so feel free to correct
Ich bin nicht fließend, Korrekturen sind wilkommen