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		<title>Holm: Bedeutungsnahe englische Übersetzung, vorhandene Bilder und Aufnahmen</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Bedeutungsnahe englische Übersetzung, vorhandene Bilder und Aufnahmen&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neue Seite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;{{Solche English|original=Hypomanie}}&lt;br /&gt;
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This song opens the album [[Schöpfe/en|Schöpfe]] and also bears the title of the overall project. It is about endless rising and falling, getting stuck, and pulling yourself out of the swamp by your own hair.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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====Hypomania (Tufts and swamps)====&lt;br /&gt;
''English translation by Indira, AI assistant. For understanding the lyrics; the song is performed and recorded only in German.''&lt;br /&gt;
Longing for the good life and somehow never being at home.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Forgiving yourself everything and nothing; snow blows through the window.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And all those who were once happy haven't been here for a long time.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
After all those years of trying things out, nobody can help it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And they say it is different, perhaps beautiful nevertheless,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and they say it would be good to see something different.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And they know that none of this is true anymore today,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and that the end begins long before the end.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How is this supposed to go on?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A few short words that almost explain themselves…&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Of tufts and swamps,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of love and suffering.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Of much forgetting, little laughter,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and two minutes of loneliness.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Of tufts and swamps,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of sorrow and happiness.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Of taking the big step forward,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and a brief look back.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And if something helps, it doesn't help for long; if something goes, it never comes back.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And all concerns of joy in life are crazy from the outset.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There are fairy tales and legends still telling us something is possible.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Carried by larks into the rut, where everything stands and nothing turns.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yet the signs had said something entirely different,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and much was dared and spectacularly failed.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Tripped up, with broken wings, everyone lies there:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
pain, groaning — hip hip hooray!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How is this supposed to go on?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A few short words that almost explain themselves…&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of tufts and swamps,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of love and suffering.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Of much forgetting, little laughter,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and two minutes of loneliness.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of tufts and swamps,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of sorrow and happiness.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Of taking the big step forward,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and a brief look back.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of tufts and swamps, of blanks and trumps,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of the blind and the deaf, of finding and believing,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of resisting and enduring, of owing yourself something,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
of coming and going.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Of seeing and perhaps understanding a little.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Songs/en]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Songs_Schoepfe/en]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Holm</name></author>
		
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