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Moria (Compulsive Joking)

English translation by Indira, AI assistant. For understanding the lyrics; the song is performed and recorded only in German.

A bear goes to the baker and asks, “Any rolls left?” — haha,
whoever laughs gets an “oom-ta-ta” and their bed made. But they say:
never sleep well; the “how” fell meaninglessly to its knees,
head off, do not give up; you are to grin by the rush-load.
If this is a joke, the punchline comes only at the end; that is a must.
There by the river you are short one final little coin. And they say:
thank you very much, meaning look ill and laugh anyway, do things
that really crash and drown in laughter.

The last laugh is on you, and you know
what it means when the last string snaps: then the fun is over.
And you look and search, yet find only nothing or not much.
That is how the game goes, really disappointed, keep it real.

Do it again and once more and once more; the whole hall shouts, do it again,
and you do care. For all the things you give
are not what you love;
what you need is to be needed
for what remained in silence.
Come along now; no matter how the words fall,
everyone whose ears ring is left with the magic of the moment,
of going back and of happiness, but also of going forward, which brings the heart,
when it sounds painful, from today towards laughter.

The last laugh flies onto the page and describes
what drives you, what ultimately remains of you: a little happiness, a little
dream. Barely have you gone when your word echoes a little further, your word echoes a little further.
Alas, realistically that does not sound like very much.
But loud enough, keep it real.