17 Worte [English translation]

Your heart is like a synagogue in Berlin

It is guarded day and night

I wish it were different

But it's not how I thought it would be

Naked priests run praying

Through the hot night

And little children cry in the back garden

Because something woke them up

We sing to remind ourselves of

My truth in 17 words:

I have a child to raise,

A letter to write you

And a football team to support

Bring me the sons of all the whores and prostitutes,

Bring me the feverish and the broken

Bring me the obese and bring me the sinners

Without hope, hungry mouths

Give me the sparks and flames to burn

Give my air lungs to run

These are hard times to stand alone

But hard times will come and hard times will go

We sing to remind ourselves of

My truth in 17 words:

I have a child to raise,

A letter to write you

And a football team to support

In all cities and plazas and villages

is my truth in 17 words:

I have a child to raise,

A letter to write you

And a football team to support

For we sing to remind ourselves of

My truth in 17 words:

I have a child to raise,

A letter to write you

And a football team to support

• Artist:Thees Uhlmann
• Album:Thees Uhlmann