Und es geschah am 26. Tag des 7. Monats, da trat des Herrn Engel zu Moses und sprach: "Sage Deinem Volke, es möge sich versammeln am 3. Tage auf dem Ölberg und der Herr wird sich Euch offenbaren." Und am dritten Tage versammelten sich die Gläubigen am Ölberg, aber er, der Herr, er erschien nicht.
Und die Gläubigen harrten der Dinge und sie harrten drei Tage und drei Nächte. Langsam bekamen sie kalte Füße und das Brot ward alle. Am vierten Tag begann es zu regnen; am fünften schneite es bereits, doch die Gläubigen harrten unentwegt aus.
Die Jahre gingen ins Land, und die Gläubigen warteten hungrig und mit kalten Füßen auf den Herrn und kein Klagelaut kam über ihre Lippen. Und sie warten heute noch auf den Herrn wie vor 2000 Jahren und niemand fragt sich: "Wie lange eigentlich noch?"
The sky is blue,
the gras is whispering.
The sun shines warm,
the air is clean and soft.
My mind is free,
going to where it wants to be.
It's so nice to see,
the flowers surrounding me.
In Vietnam,
my brother's shooten down.
The sun burns hot,
the bombers are roaring loud.
His mind is dead,
his blood runs warm and red.
It's a shame to see,
'cos he's man like you and me.
The sky is blue,
the gras is whispering.
The sun shines warm,
the air is clean and soft.
My mind is free,
going to where it wants to be.
It's so nice to see,
the flowers surrounding me.
In Vietnam,
my brother's shooten down.
The sun burns hot,
the bombers are roaring loud.
His mind is dead,
his blood runs warm and red.
It's a shame to see,
'cos he's man like you and me,
and me, and me,
and me, and me.
All of us are fighting here
against the hate and war.
But you cheering crazy crowd,
you're calling out for more.
'bout the real reality
you dislike it to hear.
f****** houghthy lazy mass,
you're sipping at your beer!
But listen,
some day you will awake.
And there will be nothing left,
from what today you take.
And than you'll understand,
what we have tried to say.
But then there's no help around,
'cos we are far away.
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Und die Gläubigen harrten der Dinge und sie harrten drei Tage und drei Nächte. Langsam bekamen sie kalte Füße und das Brot ward alle. Am vierten Tag begann es zu regnen; am fünften schneite es bereits, doch die Gläubigen harrten unentwegt aus.
Die Jahre gingen ins Land, und die Gläubigen warteten hungrig und mit kalten Füßen auf den Herrn und kein Klagelaut kam über ihre Lippen. Und sie warten heute noch auf den Herrn wie vor 2000 Jahren und niemand fragt sich: "Wie lange eigentlich noch?"
The sky is blue,
the gras is whispering.
The sun shines warm,
the air is clean and soft.
My mind is free,
going to where it wants to be.
It's so nice to see,
the flowers surrounding me.
In Vietnam,
my brother's shooten down.
The sun burns hot,
the bombers are roaring loud.
His mind is dead,
his blood runs warm and red.
It's a shame to see,
'cos he's man like you and me.
The sky is blue,
the gras is whispering.
The sun shines warm,
the air is clean and soft.
My mind is free,
going to where it wants to be.
It's so nice to see,
the flowers surrounding me.
In Vietnam,
my brother's shooten down.
The sun burns hot,
the bombers are roaring loud.
His mind is dead,
his blood runs warm and red.
It's a shame to see,
'cos he's man like you and me,
and me, and me,
and me, and me.
All of us are fighting here
against the hate and war.
But you cheering crazy crowd,
you're calling out for more.
'bout the real reality
you dislike it to hear.
f****** houghthy lazy mass,
you're sipping at your beer!
But listen,
some day you will awake.
And there will be nothing left,
from what today you take.
And than you'll understand,
what we have tried to say.
But then there's no help around,
'cos we are far away.
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