Barfuß - Samsas Traum

Jeder Panzer, auch die stärkste

Bombe ist zu leicht —

Leichter als die Zeit, die viel zu

Gleichmäßig verstreicht.

Jede Mine, jede Kachel,

Jedes Sturmgewehr

Kann ich heben, doch ein Haar von

Dir ist mir zu schwer.

Ich hab' Dich, ich hab' Dich

Ich hab' dich gespürt.

Etwas hat, etwas hat,

Hat mich dort berührt.

Ich war da, ganz nah bei,

Ganz nah über Dir,

Etwas hat überlebt,

überlebt in mir.

Jedes Foto, jede Karte,

Allen Sand und Schnee

Nehme ich auf meine Schultern,

Tut es noch so weh.

Ich will alles stemmen, denn

Nichts kümmert mich hier mehr,

Außer einem Haar von Dir,

Doch das ist viel zu schwer.

Ich hab' Dich, ich hab' Dich

Ich hab' dich gespürt.

Etwas hat, etwas hat,

Hat mich dort berührt.

Du warst da, ganz nah bei,

Ganz nah unter mir,

Etwas hat überlebt,

Überlebt in Dir.

Alles, was noch nicht geschehen

Ist, schlägt auf mich ein —

Nichts blieb von Dir übrig, so soll

Auch von mir nichts übrig sein.

Ich kann so viel tragen, doch

Nichts lastet auf mir mehr,

Als das letzte Haar von Dir, es

Wiegt so schrecklich schwer.

Everytank, even the heaviest

Bomb is far too light —

Lighter than the time, that is passing

By far too steadily.

I can lift every mine, every tile,

Every assault rifle,

But a singlehair from you

Is too heavy for me.

I have felt, i have felt,

I have felt you.

Something has, something has,

Has toched me there.

I was there, so closy by.

So close above you,

Something has survived,

Survived in me.

Every picture, every postcard,

All teh sand and snow,

I take it all upon my shoulders

Even though it hurts.

I want to lift everything, for

Nothing here interests me any more,

Apart from a single hair from you,

But it is far too heavy.

I have felt, i have felt,

I have felt you.

Something has, something has,

Has toched me there.

You were there, so closy by.

So close under me,

Something has survived,

Survived from you.

Everything which still hasen’t happened

Hits out at me —

There was nothing left of you,

So shall there be nothing left of me.

I can carry so much, but

Nothing weighs heavier on me

Than the last hair from you, it

Is so terribly heavy.

Any tank, even the strongest

Bomb is too light —

Lighter than the time that much too

Spread evenly.

Every mine, every tile,

Any assault rifle

I can lift, but a hair from

You are too heavy for me.

I have you, I have you

I felt you

has something, has something

Touched me there.

I was there, very close

very close above you

something survived

survives in me.

Every photo, every card,

All sand and snow

I take on my shoulders

Does it still hurt?

I want to do everything, because

I don't care about anything here anymore

Except a hair from you

But that's way too hard.

I have you, I have you

I felt you

has something, has something

Touched me there.

You were there, very close

very close below me

something survived

Survives in you.

Anything that hasn't happened yet

Is, hit me—

Nothing was left of you, that's how it should be

Nothing left of me either.

I can carry so much, yet

Nothing weighs more on me

As the last hair of you, it

Weighs so terribly heavy.

Every tank, even the heaviest

Bomb is far too light —

Lighter than the time, that is passing

By far too steadily.

I can lift every mine, every tile,

Every assault rifle

But a single hair from you

Is too heavy for me.

I have felt, I have felt

I have felt you.

Something has, something has

Has toched methere.

I was there, so closed by.

So close above you,

Something has survived

Survived in me.

Every picture, every postcard,

All the sand and snow,

I take it all upon my shoulders

Even though it hurts.

I want to lift everything, for

Nothing here interests me any more,

Apart from a single hair from you,

But it is far too heavy.

I have felt, I have felt

I have felt you.

Something has, something has

Has toched methere.

You were there, so closed by.

so close under me

Something has survived

Survived from you.

Everything which still hasn't happened

Hits out at me —

There was nothing left of you,

So there shall be nothing left of me.

I can carry so much, but

Nothing weighs heavier on me

Than the last hair from you, it

Is so terribly heavy.