Ein Schmerz & eine Kehle [English translation]

You drop your gaze, lower your voice and your sword

you've got calluses on your forehead, you have constantly just fought back

Doubts dimple around your graying temple,

cause the way, that we are going, is rarely asphalted

What sort of hands are those, that are grabbing you at your neck?

Which feet are hacking against your heels?

You begin to totter, getting distracted

Your hands are bloody again, are only hands, not paws

But you have to bash your knees open, often enough,

until you realize, that weak knees won't carry you,

have we burden ourselves with too many things? with this stone inside our stomachs?

and all those vague questions, that we don't dare to ask?

Who has shuffled the cards like this? Marked the cards like this?

Viewed in this light: Who has bamboozled the dealer like this?

The karma is on the take, the Drama was a hook

But when you scream, you don't scream alone

An ache and a throat

we are an ache and a throat

we are an ache and a throat

Are you wrong in the garret? That was a weak start,

but defeats, discomforts are making the weak one's strong.

Nothing makes as strong as the time while you're awaiting revenge

Everything under control, the golden thread is made of barbwire

Gangrene and the anger about your reflection

without a bandage those bleedings may never be staunched

Your hands in your pockets always with clenched fists

for every blemish one nail clawed in your skin

If you let yourself go, you put breadcrumbs down,

like that you can find the way home, every night

but the way home is dark and afflicted with guilt

If you search your soul don't go unarmed

Who has covered the truth with make up, who overwrote it?

Anyway: Who has stolen you the freedom?

The years in jail, at the end the cognition :

No matter how loud you cry, the guards are staying deaf

An ache and a throat ...

What I want and what I want, are two different things

I have the courage to walk up to the roof, if I make myself do it

But my legs are getting weak - what makes me this weak

is not the fear that I'll fall, it's the fear that I'll jump

An ache and a throat..

• Artist:Jennifer Rostock
• Album:Schlaflos