And you live in a shell
You create your own hell
You live in the past and talk about war

Oh, listen to the man in the liquor store
Yelling
„Anybody wanna drink before the war?“

Limonade and Sunshine
Wavy, long, light brown hair
Also a little pinned up here and there
The headscarf for hold
Without creoles I’d be bald
You’re blessed with my beauty
I’m obsessed with my vanity
While driving in your Mercury
We’re passing the people in the city streets

Even though I should feel blessed, I feel nothing.
The heavy weight of emptiness at this place
even if it offers me plenty of sunshine and the beauty of nature

I feel like that I am not able to feel anything.

Due to its missing Love.

From the outside
and within myself.

Now I embrace the enlightenment,
but I knew that in reality it’s an illusion of an everlasting happiness

I saw a beautiful painting
of how life could be perfect and without any sorrow
but the moment afterwards
the painting faded

Nevertheless I knew
a moment only lasts for a short period of time,
but my always returning lust for life
lasts forever.