Niemals geht man so ganz... Wenn man Abschied nimmt, geht nach Unbestimmt, mit dem Wind wie Blätter weh'n, sing mer'n Abschiedsleed, dat sich um Fernweh dreht, um Horizonte, Salz un Öd. Wer singen Püngel schnürt, sük wo hä hinjehört, hät wie ne Zogvugel nit nur ein Zohus. Man läßt vieles hier, Freund ich danke dir für den Kuß, den letzten Grus. Ich will weitergeh'n, keine Tränen seh'n, so ein Abschied ist lang noch kein Tod. Niemals geht man so ganz, irgendwas von mir bleibt hier. Es hat seinen Platz immer bei dir. Wenn et och noch su stich, stutz die Flüjel net, dem, dä en d'r Kält kin Zokonft säht. Maach enem Vagabund doch et Hätz net wund, fleech e Stöck met op singem Wääch. Doch dann laß mich los, sieh die Welt ist groß. Ohne Freiheit bin ich fast schon wie tot. Niemals geht man so ganz, irgendwas von mir bleibt hier. Es hat seinen Platz immer bei dir. Ich verspreche hier, bin zurück bei dir, wenn der Wind von Süden weht. Ich saach net "Lebwohl", dat Wort, dat klingt wie Hohn, völlig hohl. Maach et joot! Sieh, ich weine auch, Tränen sind wie Rauch, sie vergeh'n. Dieser Käfig macht mich tot. Niemals geht man so ganz, irgendwas von mir bleibt hier. Es hat seinen Platz immer bei dir. Nie verläßt man sich ganz, irgendwas von dir geht mit. Es hat seinen Platz immer bei mir. (Trude Herr - 1927 - 1991)

WHY Annie Lennox How many times do I have to try to tell you That I'm sorry for the things I've done But when I start to try to tell you That's when you have to tell me Hey...this kind of trouble's only just begun I tell myself too many times Why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words That keep on falling from your mouth Falling from your mouth Falling from your mouth Tell me... Why Why I may be mad I may be blind I may be viciously unkind But I can still read what you're thinking And I've heard it said too many times That you'd be better off Besides... Why can't you see this boat is sinking (This boat is sinking this boat is sinking) Let's go down to the water's edge And we can cast away those doubts Some things are better left unsaid But they still turn me inside out Turning inside out turning inside out Tell me... Why Tell me... Why This is the book I never read These are the words I never said This is the path I'll never tread These are the dreams I'll dream instead This is the joy that's seldom spread These are the tears... The tears we shed This is the fear This is the dread These are the contents of my head And these are the years that we have spent And this is what they represent And this is how I feel Do you know how I feel? 'Cause I don't think you know how I feel I don't think you know what I feel I don't think you know what I feel You don't know what I feel

Sparks When do I get to sing My Way No, No use in lecturing them, or in threatening them, they will just say ' who are you' Is that a question or not, and you see that the plot is predictible not new. But you're still stunned at the things you will do. No, No use in taking their time or in wasting two dimes on a call to God knows who When all you feel is the rain and it's hard to be vain when no person looks at you. So just be gracious and wait in the queue. So when do I get to sing 'my way' When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt When do I get to sing 'my way' in heaven or hell So when do I get to do it 'my way' When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt When do I get to sing 'my way' in heaven or hell Yes, It's a tradition they say, like a bright christmas day and traditions must go on. And though I say yes I see, no I really don't see is my smiley face still on? Sign your name with an X, mow the lawn They'll introduce me, Hello, Hello Women seduce me and champagne flows Then the lights go low, there's only one song I know There, this home which once was serene, now is home to the screams and to the flying plates and shoes. But I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack years, not a moment I could choose, and not one offer that I could refuse