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