... sollte es mir gut gehen.
... könnte ich glücklich sein.
... ist alles halb so schlimm.

... sollte ich mich nicht beklagen.
... könnte es schlimmer sein.
... ist nichts so wie ich es gerne hätte.

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The bell boy brings you coffee,
There are letters from every shore,
There are flowers of the season,
Heels are capsized by the door.

You're well protected,
Cold as you must be to survive,
But I know somewhere behind your barricade,
There's a love that can be made.

And in my blood
Your ghost is crying living tears
And I can't switch them off
Or turn them down or out.

You are a night flower,
You bloom as I fade
And you drag me in deeper,
Behind your barricade
With the love that can be made,
Behind your barricade.
Yes and how long can I stay?

And this addition of yourself,
You don't believe in anymore.
We'll face the chat show at 8.30
And we'll freeze in the applause.
Who am I to argue?
Here everybody must get paid.
May you bloom forever,
Behind your barricade.

Looking for a love that can be made,
Behind your barricade.
Yes and how long can I stay,
Behind your barricade?
Where true arrows seldom stray..

Kommt Zeit, kommt Rat

Wer will denn alles gleich ergründen!
Sobald der Schnee schmilzt, wird sich's finden.

Hier hilft nun weiter kein Bemühn!
Sind's Rosen, nun sie werden blühn.

Johann Wolfgang von Göthe

Am Novemberneumondtag wurden früher die verstorbenen Ahnen geehrt.