...und es gibt Dich

And there is one who lives in stories
And he experiences life as a novel
What he encounters transforms into poems
To words syllables that condense being
Descriptive feeling pure as porcelain

And there is the one who thinks only in pictures
For him, life is color and form
He can only describe his feelings in this way
There become clearer, here contours soften
Blurringly fluid, far from any norm

And there is you
You are like words, pictures, colors and music
You are my novel, my song, my picture
My lance and my shield
My always and my moment
You are what is now
Because who knows what will happen
You are my warmest sound, my clearest word
My most beautiful tone

And there is one who experiences through sounds
The melodies that life plays
He also has songs that I never get used to
Right next to soft sounds, hard and obscene
But he always plays everything he feels

And there is you
You are like words, pictures, colors and music
You are my novel, my song, my picture
My lance and my shield
My always and my moment
You are what is now
Because who knows what will happen
You are my warmest sound, my clearest word
My most beautiful tone

And I know many who take everything
What life is for others
For them, sound, word and form are an enterprise
By trading and haggling to extremes
And where money is the true currency

And there is you

You are what is now
Because who knows what will happen
You are my warmest sound my clearest word my
My most beautiful tone