Invisible SlavesInvisible Slaves There was a man who sailed to sea,To harvest fish in water,Awaited by his anxious family,Two sons and yet a little daughter.The sea was rough and sharp the waves,Common into the tide,There were no shells, no guarding caves,Where he could rest, rest or try to hide.He saw that many other boats,With people on a journey just like his,Some of them proud in noble coats,For they believed in victory and bliss.But from above the biting rain,Was hailing down like spears,Inside this crowd and though alone,He cried a thousand, thousand forlorn tears.I was there too in deep sea blue,Safe in a submarine,Surrounded by my able crew,I lived a life like kings and queens.My pretty hands are clean, no stains of blood,But my mind knows guilt I’d say,Beware to see, but we should know,What happens on the surface day by day.
PastellPastell
Ich bin eigentlich ganz anders, als du mich kennst,
Hörst du mir zu, wenn ich sing?
Warum mich verdrehn, so dass du mich,
Niemals so siehst wie ich bin.
Zwischen all dem Geschrei, den knalligen Farben,
Bin ich wie blasses Pastell,
Du wirst mich nicht sehn, egal wie sehr,