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Panic

Pa - pa - pa - pa - panic!
Using media is gymnastics
They cast doubt, that's a tactic
Every idea has warriors, so I say
Pa - pa - pa - pa - panic!
Only hate on the walls, a swastika
That's not life, that's plastic
Bad times are for the workers
 
They don't need workers, they need fighters
So that panic can kill even when they're firing blanks
Money buys everything, the media are like strontium
They irradiate you with hypnosis while freedom is in a bottle
A bottle and freedom, but bread and water for the majority
Pissed off with unwanted journalists, they fax from the boat
Put iodine on your wounds, distribute bans
Feed the fish, be disobedient at funerals
 
Friend! Give them campaigns
Let the lying start, let the painting start
Rape and billboards at every turn
When they hear me at meetings I want them to freeze out of fear
Give them beans, firstly because they're bursting with goodness
Learn history, that's important because it often repeats itself
A generation born anew, but barely learns the foundations
When they cut freedom, they cut her alive
 
Pa - pa - pa - pa - panic!
Using media is gymnastics
They cast doubt, that's a tactic
Every idea has warriors, so I say
Pa - pa - pa - pa - panic!
Only hate on the walls, a swastika
That's not life, that's plastic
Bad times are for the workers
 
Panic grows and so does anxiety
A bat to the head, no, that's not symbiosis
The majority needs work, not media anaesthesia
Look after your soul, cirrhosis of the soul reigns
The examinations are close, blue envelopes are ready
Welcome to the age of lower professional qualifications
It'll be great for criminals, but fucked for women
Panic turns a nation into a localised tribe
 
It's panic, there's no concentration or peace
When the shooting starts, no one knows what they're aiming at
When the talking starts, no one knows what they're getting into
It's panic, the seasons are bursting ulcers
People are popping like popcorn, and praying weakly
They pray for murder enough, but they don't love themselves at all
They want violence, badges, lighters, or maybe you want joy
Whatever you're playing, they're waiting for the volley, panic
 
Pa - pa - pa - pa - panic!
Using media is gymnastics
They cast doubt, that's a tactic
Every idea has warriors, so I say
Pa - pa - pa - pa - panic!
Only hate on the walls, a swastika
That's not life, that's plastic
Bad times are for the workers
 


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03.02.2025

One hundred hours of happiness





One hundred hours of happiness...
Is that a little?
I mined it washing like golden sand
 

Collected it lovingly, tirelessly
Bit by bit, drop by drop
spark by spark, sparkle by sparkle
Created it from fog and smoke
Received it as a gift
from every star and birch tree...
 

Many days I spent chasing happiness
On chilled platforms,
in a rattling carriage
I caught it at the airport
At the hour of departure,
Hugged it, warmed it
in the unheated house.
 

I was casting spells over it, incantations...
It happened, sometimes
That from bitter grief
I extracted my happiness.
 

It is wrong to say that one must be born happy.
It is only necessary that the heart
was not ashamed to work for happiness
That the heart is not lazy, not arrogant,
That even for a bit of goodness
It says “Thank you”
 

One hundred hours of happiness,
pure, without deception.
One hundred hours of happiness!
Is that a little?
 


03.02.2025

Anger





Anger blows
Anger awakens
 

In a lost moment, words are enough
Ancient sins the sorrow shrugs off
 

We ignite anger the sky burns
The blows rush and break the sky
 

Stones crumble
Towers fall
The world shatters
 

In her eyes a light so pure
 

We ignite anger the sky burns
The blows rush and break the sky
Good heavens
 

In her eyes a love so pure
A reason to endure
 

Stones crumble
Towers fall
 

Anger roars and the storm roars
Anger at ancient sins
(Ancient sins the sorrow nests)
The sadness nestles the sadness shakes
 

Gods broken world falls
Good crumbling destiny comes true
Gods broken world falls
Good crumbling destiny comes true
 

We ignite anger the sky burns
 


03.02.2025

Play the music away





Lalala, music is everywhere
It's here, it revolves around us
Lalalala
Lalalala
Play the music away!
 

Day and night, to the beat of its heart
My life sings and busts with happiness
Lalalala
Lalalala
Play the music away!
 

Listen to the song of the street
It sounds like a revue's finale
It's good, it's nice, it's beautiful
It's the whole of music!
 

Sparrows, cars, the subway, mutts
The radio, bar and cafe jukeboxes
It's unique, fantastic
Play the music away!
 

But often, what I like
Is to see, when opening the shutters
The horizon, the clear sky
The country or the seaside
The city's far away, and I forget about it
Yet I hear the song of life
 

Lalala, music is everywhere
It's here, it revolves around us
Lalalala Lalalala
Play the music away!
 

In the morning, I wake up to the rooster's crow
And at night I fall asleep to the sound of rock
Lalalala
Lalalala
Play the music away!
 

The sound of a grade crossing bell
The strong wind in the sails of a boat
It's good, it's nice, it's beautiful
It's the whole of music!
 

Ducks, guitars, bikers, rug rats
The little tune that wanders randomly
It's unique, fantastic
Play the music away!
 

Lalala lalala lalala
Lalala lalala lalala
Lalalala
Lalalala
Play the music away!
 

Lalala lalala lalala
Lalala lalala lalala
Lalalala
Lalalala
Play the music away!
 

Listen to the song of the street
It sounds like a revue's finale
It's good, it's nice, it's beautiful
It's the whole of music!
 

This band, so beautiful that it sticks to our skin
It's life that gives it to us
It's unique, fantastic
It's unique, fantastic, exquisite
Play the music away!
 


03.02.2025

Going Demonstrating





Come on, let's go demonstrate a little,
And stand four abreast for peace!
 

Come on, let's go demonstrate a little,
And some journalist is sure to write it up for his paper!
 

One, two, three, four!
Come on, let's go demonstrate a little,
And, if you dare, shout, 'Down with injustice!'
 

Come on, let's go demonstrate a little,
And if it should rain, we'll stay home.