Dyslexie/en
Dyslexia (Where is the word?)
English translation by Indira, AI assistant. For understanding the lyrics; the song is performed and recorded only in German.
Really, one ought to, sometime later,
on one of those grey days,
between a few grey rooms,
perhaps loudly, or perhaps quietly,
with all the strength that remains,
drift meaninglessly onward through days
in which a few calls still sound
among all the cold things…
Take care, a greeting or a plea,
from the edges of the eyes into the middle.
There isn't much glowing ember left, perhaps enough
to scream just once:
WHAT?
Where is the word?
Where is the word?
Where is the word?
The word that hits home and audibly disturbs —
where is the word?
The word that changes things and touches us —
where is the word?
The word that makes this here stop —
where is the word?
When the eyes then close
and days, years, lives flow,
there will be nothing good
except petty detail, out and in.
And life without life
writes itself away in grey, in vain,
until a jerk of the nerve endings
twitches in all the walls of life.
Cracks tear open, stones fall;
now things change, now there'll be a bang.
But before the gate opens fully,
the one question brakes everything.
What?
