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The Lone Wolf

[Part1] Its gray fur completely bites but still keeps warm His pack uncontrollable but it follows him well-behaved The hunger so big always on the hunt Eyes dull, but teeth still sharp The room too narrow to breathe But even the sharpest claws become dull on the street Food becomes scarce, remains a growling stomach There are almost only wolves dressed as sheep So he moves away from here Because no plant grows on burnt soil So the rest remains for the rest Because only who comes first is the one who always has enough meat From gamma to alpha, from puppy to leader Is one of the best, one of the last of its kind Shares its food also with the weakest link of the chain, if it asks him Lives by unwritten rules, honor still flows through his veins He knows that you have to have them, too, rather than just talking about them But let them speak

[Hook] And he goes Always towards the sun, fleeing from the rain It remains in motion, even if it does not shine at night No matter how cold, no matter how far His legs carry him, maybe he will catch up with them Towards the sun, fleeing from the rain Stays in motion, even if it does not shine at night No matter how cold, no matter how far Your legs carry you, maybe you can catch up with them

[Part 2] It is about so much more than strength, cohesion and values It is so much deeper than his wounds will ever be Walk together through the fire until the day we die And find before with luck still another piece of green earth Howl at the moon and shout our prayers towards the sky Talking then only so that they hear, not because of the sound of our voice Great words resound long But really great deeds, they are forever We are controlled by instincts in a world that only calculates Where honesty is a weakness, all your lies are already law Where it is said better to bite or you will be eaten Where loyal does not exist, but only as word in your notebooks Friendship no longer works when you start rapping Where the children no longer just fight but sting - completely blinded And from perfect we are so infinitely far away But what does not kill makes us stronger And hope dies last She dies last

Anecdote / Anekdote

The winter did not seem to have an end, and the pack was starving to death. The leader of the pack, the oldest of them all, was out in front comforting the young wolfs, telling them that the spring was coming. But, at a certain point, one young wolf decides to stop. He says he has had enough of cold and hunger, and he says he’s going to live among the men; because the important thing is to stay alive. The young wolf lets men catch him and, as the years go by, he forgets that long time ago he was a wolf. One day, many years later, as he’s hunting with his master he runs obediently to collect the prey. But he realizes that the prey is the old leader of the pack. He falls silent for shame and the old wolf speaks and says to him: “I die happy because I lived my life as a wolf; you, on the contrary, belong neither to the world of wolves nor to the world of men. Hunger comes and goes but dignity, once lost, never returns.

German:

Der Winter schien kein Ende zu nehmen, und das Rudel war am Verhungern. Der Anführer des Rudels, der älteste von allen, war vorne und tröstete die jungen Wölfe, indem er ihnen sagte, dass der Frühling käme. Doch an einem bestimmten Punkt beschließt ein junger Wolf, aufzuhören. Er sagt, er habe genug von Kälte und Hunger, und er sagt, er werde unter den Menschen leben; denn das Wichtigste sei, am Leben zu bleiben. Der junge Wolf lässt sich von den Menschen fangen, und mit den Jahren vergisst er, dass er vor langer Zeit ein Wolf war. Eines Tages, viele Jahre später, während er mit seinem Herrn auf der Jagd ist, läuft er gehorsam los, um die Beute einzusammeln. Doch ihm wird klar, dass die Beute der alte Anführer des Rudels ist. Er schweigt vor Scham, und der alte Wolf spricht und sagt zu ihm: "Ich sterbe glücklich, weil ich mein Leben als Wolf gelebt habe; du gehörst im Gegenteil weder zur Welt der Wölfe noch zur Welt der Menschen. Hunger kommt und geht, aber die Würde, einmal verloren, kehrt nie wieder zurück.

The last couple of days recapitulated:

help HEEEEEELP! - no help

snap - psyciatry -

then

One gets dogged, especially when the road is not always easy The opponent: yourself, your weakness: an enemy The preparation: foresight, your body: a sign For the battles to come and for no one to break you. Only alone can you defeat the demons To hold the ones who live in the lee The fear of losing: a good motivation And the voices that scream, “Get your ass back up!” And even on the worst fucking day of my life. Makes martial arts the best version of me yet Excuses do not count, giving up is not an option It is not for nothing that they say that where there is a will, there is always a way

Concentrate, focus on the target Breathe in, breathe out, compress strength Increase the value of your anatomy And burn the weakness, the weakness in you

We show heart, we win with pride Lose with respect, but never give up We discuss the boundaries, the path to legend Means fighting, even if nobody believes in you Prove heart, win with pride Lose with respect, but never give up We discuss the boundaries, the path to legend Means fighting, even if nobody believes in you

We go from unit to unit Because if you want peace, my friend, you must always be ready for war. Always give everything, but never give in “Breaking boundaries” means freedom to me Losing - no problem, fighting spirit is what counts Scars show no weakness, only that you are still standing Success is a staircase, you have to go every step For happiness is for people who lack stamina I’m aware of the strength, but don’t shout it out Better to be severely underestimated than just a mouth too big Because only when it hurts when you fall Then the wheat is separated from the chaff - only the winners stand up again

Concentrate, focus on the target Breathe in, breathe out, compress strength Increase the value of your anatomy And burn the weakness, the weakness in you

We show heart, we win with pride Lose with respect, but never give up We discuss the boundaries, the path to legend Means fighting, even if nobody believes in you Prove heart, win with pride Lose with respect, but never give up We discuss the boundaries, the path to legend Means fighting, even if nobody believes in you

Every shitty day just a good teacher The heart of a V8 engine, when ambition seizes you The discipline comes when you motivate yourself And never loses sight of the goal

We show heart, we win with pride Lose with respect, but never give up We discuss the boundaries, the path to legend Means fighting, even if nobody believes in you Prove heart, win with pride Lose with respect, but never give up We discuss the boundaries, the path to legend Means fighting, even if nobody believes in you

Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)

Insight into my Life

I never took drugs just got psychotic at age of 15, What for others Alcohol etc. is, well that’s my coffee and my cigarettes. I have a hard time to fall asleep and like the night, because people sleep and it’s lovley silent, It’s a time which I can enjoy

Parts of my childhood I lived in a village Little Alien, English man in New York I always felt strange, I did not understand the people And no matter how far away I moved, the strangeness remained What kind of career or money to make? All these offers were no perspective I could never understand what motivates everyone else And drank canned beer on the street with the punks The older I get here, the less I understand And realize that I only distance myself more and more To most things I simply have no more opinion I often feel lonelier in groups than alone For years I thought, thought I was being taken for a ride This can’t be real! the hidden camera The script sucks, I’m afraid how it ends Sit me on the couch, put the world on pause

There was always something in my life that helped me When I get stuck I watch an episode of ALF Sometimes I hope that everything is just a dream And that I crashed, with my spaceship

There was always something in my life that helped me When I get stuck I watch an episode of ALF This is me, trapped in a sitcom With a handful of friends and 7 billion wankers

Alf is cool, but Alf is a sad person For his home planet disappeared with an explosion He could still save himself, but his spaceship crashed And since then he lives as a refugee in an unknown country His friend and family are dead or far away And it must never show itself, it is hidden for years If he were found, he would be locked away forever To some lab and he would have no rights I feel with him, because I feel connected to him ALF is a symbol, but ALF is also my buddy I have often wondered how Alf actually manages That he is not completely desperate and always laughs so much No rapper or comedian has sayings like him But this is only surface, because inside it remains empty I know this from depressives who are at the end of their rope And find myself in it, if I am honest

There was always something in my life that helped me When I am at a loss I watch an episode of ALF Sometimes I hope that everything is just a dream And that I crashed, with my spaceship

There was always something in my life that helped me When I get stuck I watch an episode of ALF This is me, trapped in a sitcom With a handful of friends and 7 billion wankers

I can’t get along with you And even less with me My planet has exploded My planet has exploded My spaceship is destroyed And I can’t fix it My planet has exploded My planet has exploded

There was always something in my life that helped me When I get stuck I watch an episode of ALF Sometimes I hope that everything is just a dream And that I crashed, with my spaceship

There was always something in my life that helped me When I get stuck I watch an episode of ALF This is me, trapped in a sitcom With a handful of friends and 7 billion wankers

what do now?

Short Term Solution

I don’t remember my snap! I just want to live as ALF in this short term flat, I plan to move away soon to live amongst people I trust

people will talk, I chill and drink coffee and smoke my cigs live my online life and enjoy my nights, where I can enjoy my inner peace.

I drink, so I am The other day I heard that I was quite drunk, Piss naked from a church tower where the Lord God lives, Threw dirt at the cops, waving like mad, And I screamed, “You’ll never catch me, because I’m going to the moon now!”

So I let the bells ring, really, really, all And I jumped and shouted “I’m such a fat putting angel” Halfway along the way I realized - I am not flying, I am falling! And with a hallelujah I fell in a thatched roof.

And people ask: Boy, boy, boy, is this true? How should I know, I was not quite there. And people say boy, boy, boy, in general - Can’t a drunken pig like you even be alive anymore! And I’ll tell you sensibly: “I drink, therefore I am!”

So I rolled off the roof of my house, probably slightly dazed, With rattle into a pig fence and knee-deep mud Soon the police came and ordered me to come, I yelled “Fuck you! I am thirsty, free and unbending!”

And then I slurred, laughing and just about to leave, And if my flag fell astride a well I barked "I am the lord of the underworld And the circles under the eyes, shithouse flies - so, just be careful!

And people ask: Boy, oh boy, oh boy, is this true? How should I know, I was not quite there. And people say boy, boy, boy, in general - Can’t a drunken pig like you even be alive anymore! And I’ll tell you sensibly: “I drink, therefore I am!”

When the cops dragged me out of the well, ass to bucket Have I, as God created me, placed myself defiantly before them, And I warned her: "You maggots, hey, I’ll tell you straight I am Hotzilla, and in this world I do what I like! I am something like a lucky bear, shoot rays from my belly, So don’t get too close to me, or you’ll be finished! But they came and so I shot beams, and they came Deep in my belly, but somehow it’s more like the bottom out.

And people ask: Boy, boy, boy, is that true? How should I know, I was not quite there. And people say boy, boy, boy, in general - Can’t a drunken pig like you even be alive anymore! And I’ll tell you sensibly: “I drink, therefore I am!”

And that was by far not all, yes, that’s what people say, The story went on longer than it was supposed to, But for now it must be enough, yes, that’s it for today,

long term solution: tell my story as a wayfarer with a cup of coffee and a cigarette at a place i fit best

“It is emptied the first barrel, comes Brüderlein tells you something else from your long journeys. Speak and lift the glass!”

The old bearded wanderer starts the story, when once the hunting horn resounded from far away and hunters rushed through the forest. “The deer threatened to escape, but I ran faster than the animal, with bare fist - the antlers here as proof of this! The old bearded wanderer starts the story, when once a storm tore up the sea and washed man and mouse from the deck of the ship.”The ship threatened to sink, the sails tore like paper. I took a breath and blew the storm away - the piece of linen as proof of this!"

“The first barrel is empty, comes Brüderlein tells you something else from your long journeys. Speak and lift the glass!”

The old bearded wanderer starts the story, When once the enemy occupied the city, the catapult shredded the gate. “I crept up from behind, my battle cry sounding like a thousand men. They ran away like shy creatures - the helmet here as proof!”

The old bearded wanderer starts the story, when once the last day dawned and everything spoke of the end. “Flames licked into the world when the door of hell was open. I slammed it shut and my lock held - the key as proof of this!”The first barrel is empty, comes Brüderlein tells you something else from your long journeys. Speak and lift the glass!"

“I told you about my hunt and how I beat the storm, how I drove away the evil enemy and the lid remained on hell. Now the second barrel rolls in, we want to be happy now and if not too full of satchels, dance happily on the tables…”!

“The wine flows, the beer flows! Up the pitchers we drink!” “The wine flows, the beer flows! up the pitchers we drink!”

“The wine flows, the beer flows! up the pitchers we drink!” “The wine flows, the beer flows! up the pitchers we drink!”





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