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It hurts, bro! It really hurts me!
And the sadness in my eyes is pressing.
We haven’t been to this terrible mess –
in misery the poor man should die.
To rummage sadly in the trash cans
and there to look for how to survive…
To be pitiful and damned in fairness,
because he dare not steal.
To watch the big man driving a car
of dirty gas blows past him
and in splashes of mud a sentence of evil
on his clothes I look for him to stay.
It hurts, bro! It hurts so bad!
My heart will burst with pain.
That a wretch shares a house with a dog,
but who cares, or who shaves it…
Silver lovers celebrate a banquet.
Parquet floors shine with branded caps.
Whiskey is sipped with an ice cube.
And ice freezes their pupils.
If life becomes hell somewhere,
the boss is always the devil.
And in the horror of the stench of hell
only the wicked hope in him.
It hurts, bro! It hurts to death!
From demons, bows and thrones.
Leprosy in the heart does not aim,
even if the Lord’s Sword slays her.
It eats the rust of gold and silver.
And the wretch – with consolation is on the other side.
Does life dry up without Good –
he keeps it short. Hopelessly short.
Only the meaning beyond remains,
even to grief now to suffer:
That the wicked are appointed for judgment
and their earthly paradise ends in hell.
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