Here's another great new piece from one of my favourite bands, "Wir sind Helden"
Here's the translation:
Broken
Your father is broken
but you are not
dented and bent
and maybe a bit leaky (=crazy)
But somewhere underneath it all you're strangely intact
Almost unscathed beyond all that hurt.
I know you want to help
I know you are grieving
I know you want to run for it
I know you're ashamed
It's okay - everybody for themselves
If you're the driver of the getaway car
fasten your seatbelt
So much broken
but so much intact
Each and every shard
reflects the light
So much broken
but among the embers
between the ashes and the rubble
something was good
Your mother is broken
but you are not
You're wearing the same bandages
layer upon layer
But somewhere underneath that
you've long since healed
Too long you have
shared her wounds
I know you want to help
but you don't know how
I know you want to run for it
but you never could
It is okay - Everybody help who can
If you're picking up the shards
come on, wear gloves
So much broken
but so much intact
Each and every shard
reflects the light
So much broken
but among the embers
between the ashes and the rubble
something was good
You found it
and now you must carry (bear) it
for yourself and anybody
who asks you about it
You found it
and now you must carry (bear) it
for yourself and anybody
who asks you about it
So much broken
but so much intact
Each and every shard
reflects the light
So much broken
but among the embers
between the ashes and the rubble
something was good
And the original:
Kaputt
Dein Vater ist kaputt
aber du bist es nicht
Zerbeult und verbogen
und vielleicht nicht ganz dicht
Aber irgendwo darunter bist du seltsam o.k
Beinah unversehrt unter allem, was weh tut
Ich weiss du willst helfen
Ich weiss du grämst dich
Ich weiss du willst abhauen
Ich weiss du schämst dich
Es ist okay jeder soll fliehen der kann
Wenn du den Fluchtwagen fährst
Schnall dich an
So viel kaputt
aber so vieles nicht
Jede der Scherben
spiegelt das Licht
So viel kaputt
aber zwischen der Glut
zwischen Asche und Trümmern
war irgendwas gut
Deine Mutter ist kaputt
aber du bist es nicht
Du trägst dieselben Verbände
Schicht über Schicht
Aber irgendwo darunter
bist du längst schon verheilt
Du hast viel zu lang
ihre Wunden geteilt
Ich weiss du willst helfen
aber du weisst nicht wie
Ich weiss du willst abhauen
aber das könntest du nie
Es ist okay - jeder soll helfen der kann
Wenn du die Scherben aufhebst
zieh dir Handschuhe an
So viel kaputt
aber so vieles nicht
Jede der Scherben
spiegelt das Licht
So viel kaputt
aber zwischen der Glut
zwischen Asche und Trümmern
war irgendwas gut
Du hast es gefunden
Und du musst es tragen
für dich und für alle
die dich danach fragen
Du hast es gefunden
Und du musst es tragen
für dich und für alle
die dich danach fragen
So viel kaputt
aber so vieles nicht
Jede der Scherben
spiegelt das Licht
So viel kaputt
aber zwischen der Glut
zwischen Asche und Trümmern
war irgendwas gut
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Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. ~Carl Sandburg
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Turn around and smell what you don't see
Close your eyes ... it is so clear
Here's the mirror, behind there is a screen
On both ways you can get in.
Don't think twice before you listen to your heart,
Follow the trace for a new start.
What you need and everything you'll feel
Is just a question of the deal.
In the eye of storm you'll see a lonely dove
The experience of survival is the key
To the gravity of love.
"O Fortuna velut Luna"
[Whispers:]
[Woman :]
The path of excess leads to the tower of Wisdom
[Man :]
The path of excess leads to the tower of Wisdom
Try to think about it...
That's the chance to live your life and discover
What it is, what's the gravity of love
"O Fortuna velut Luna"
Look around just people, can you hear their voice
Find the one who'll guide you to the limits of your choice.
But if you're in the eye of storm
Just think of the lonely dove
The experience of survival is the key
To the gravity of love.
"O Fortuna velut Luna"
"O Fortuna velut Luna"