Hypomanie/en
This song opens the album 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.
Hypomania (Tufts and swamps)
English translation by Indira, AI assistant. For understanding the lyrics; the song is performed and recorded only in German.
Longing for the good life and somehow never being at home.
Forgiving yourself everything and nothing; snow blows through the window.
And all those who were once happy haven't been here for a long time.
After all those years of trying things out, nobody can help it.
And they say it is different, perhaps beautiful nevertheless,
and they say it would be good to see something different.
And they know that none of this is true anymore today,
and that the end begins long before the end.
How is this supposed to go on?
A few short words that almost explain themselves…
Of tufts and swamps,
of love and suffering.
Of much forgetting, little laughter,
and two minutes of loneliness.
Of tufts and swamps,
of sorrow and happiness.
Of taking the big step forward,
and a brief look back.
And if something helps, it doesn't help for long; if something goes, it never comes back.
And all concerns of joy in life are crazy from the outset.
There are fairy tales and legends still telling us something is possible.
Carried by larks into the rut, where everything stands and nothing turns.
Yet the signs had said something entirely different,
and much was dared and spectacularly failed.
Tripped up, with broken wings, everyone lies there:
pain, groaning — hip hip hooray!
How is this supposed to go on?
A few short words that almost explain themselves…
Of tufts and swamps,
of love and suffering.
Of much forgetting, little laughter,
and two minutes of loneliness.
Of tufts and swamps,
of sorrow and happiness.
Of taking the big step forward,
and a brief look back.
Of tufts and swamps, of blanks and trumps,
of the blind and the deaf, of finding and believing,
of resisting and enduring, of owing yourself something,
of coming and going.
Of seeing and perhaps understanding a little.
