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<p>Vorhandene englische Übersetzung von Jana Mischke übernommen; Aufnahmen und Sprachwahl</p> <p><b>Neue Seite</b></p><div>{{Solche English|original=Agoraphobie}}<br /> <br /> ====Agoraphobia internationally====<br /> This is Solche's most widely translated song.<br /> <br /> ====Agoraphobie (live 2015) (Audio)====<br /> &lt;html&gt;&lt;iframe width=&quot;800&quot; height=&quot;600&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/wsSI9cVySP4&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allow=&quot;autoplay; encrypted-media&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/html&gt;<br /> <br /> ====Agoraphobie (Schöpfe und Sümpfe 2021) (Audio)====<br /> &lt;html&gt;&lt;iframe width=&quot;800&quot; height=&quot;600&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/HmCloWGlW3Y&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allow=&quot;autoplay; encrypted-media&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/html&gt;<br /> <br /> ====Agoraphobia====<br /> ''Translated by Jana Mischke.''<br /> <br /> ''For understanding the lyrics; the song is performed and recorded only in German.''<br /> <br /> Rarely, a vast field has been tilled without the will to be used,&lt;br /&gt;<br /> everything gets hollow in too much space but there’s no space for things that please&lt;br /&gt;<br /> nor do they hardly stay for that one moment that offers you no peace. &lt;br /&gt;<br /> Maybe&lt;br /&gt;<br /> Friday’s not a holiday and Free is that which dislikes each and everything&lt;br /&gt;<br /> Limping, stinking, frozen to death, La Grande Armée returns&lt;br /&gt;<br /> from all those years having been themselves - gone bizarre - over.&lt;br /&gt;<br /> Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;<br /> Nothing remains, but avoiding divisive questions&lt;br /&gt;<br /> whether ‘tis nobler to be prey for shooting &lt;br /&gt;<br /> or to organise your pursuit of your life’s conclusion - everything, everything is in vain&lt;br /&gt;<br /> when they say:&lt;br /&gt;<br /> Fear eats Freedom, nothing’s good enough, a small head, a big world&lt;br /&gt;<br /> Fear eats Freedom, more and more, bulging dreams and still an empty space&lt;br /&gt;<br /> Fear eats freedom, Fear eats...Life and is this living’s worth?&lt;br /&gt;<br /> The vast field has no paths in it as yet, where to go, with the mind becoming lazy&lt;br /&gt;<br /> like some cold lizard that won’t slither but just wait&lt;br /&gt;<br /> for the first rays of sun. &lt;br /&gt;<br /> Hit between the eyes and nothing without pain. &lt;br /&gt;<br /> Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;<br /> Maybe distance is just pretence for not having to look too far across the country,&lt;br /&gt;<br /> full of cracking necks that didn’t see that coming either&lt;br /&gt;<br /> and the house aflame, that was never part of the scheme, but maybe it helps&lt;br /&gt;<br /> to throw away things out-of-scheme, sharpening your eyes and axe, &lt;br /&gt;<br /> for all of this to stay the way it was, and it will stay forever as it is - when they say:&lt;br /&gt;<br /> Fear eats Freedom, nothing’s good enough, a small head, a big world&lt;br /&gt;<br /> Fear eats Freedom, more and more, bulging dreams and still an empty space&lt;br /&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:Songs/en]]<br /> [[Category:Songs_Schoepfe/en]]</div>

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