Daily Circus

The Impact of Being

1.1
War, Rise and Against

Seems as if it's the world against the war
Seems as if we're feeling small, we crawl
War has never been so far that we might touch it
Seems as if we all have to fall
Should we still weapons haul, we all?
We should be strong
No, we have to be strong
I know it's been long
Since we were the last time strong
So I put it in a song

Fear means not the absence of strength
We have to realise that there is strength
Wake up, get up and rise
We all have to win the prize
The won prize is bigger than what we pay
We pay with nothing, nothing to lose
Because we love and they hate
We are the winners because we play
Love, hope, freedom
The prize is peace, the scum is hate
We all have to change the fate
No one can do it but the world, but us
Wake up, get up and rise
Or do you want that somebody cries?
Not I, I mean the earth
We should give her a new birth
What do you want?
That somebody cries or that somebody flies?
Wake up, get up and rise
Today is the day,
It's her birthday.

1.2
Time

I always say time goes fast
I always say that time flies
Suddenly I realise
That time goes by
Slowly

Time takes time
To unfold itself
Time takes time
To develop itself

I appreciate the time
Time can help you
Time can confuse you
Time is a part of your life

Maybe not the time flies
Humans are not endless
We are slow
We learn everyday
New things
If you consider one man
Or one woman
You will realise that
Humans live only
90 years of trillions.

1.3
Way to Huánuco

All the trees around her were green
So many colourful flowers like she's been
In heaven, so lovely beautiful
One day she was floating in the water
Like an elephant striking the air
Before her long long way to Huánuco

She started walking on a sunny day
Mountains high enough she could reach the sun
One last time seeing the glance of Lake Titicaca
Many orange, more fawn landscapes
Like an African desert or an Asian mountain
Dry but lovely like the dawn of Marrakesh

Spending her times for the first time in forever
Alone, she was on that very day in September
She was breaking through the atmosphere
Walking high enough she could touch the sky
The Andes, unbelievably high, higher than a giant
On her long long way to Huánuco

She listened to the bickering water
She strolled slowly, she was almost there
After a long long time she started missing
Lake Titicaca, Puno and Cusco
She loved her home, she was almost there
Huánuco was her favourite place

1.4
Snowflake

White, white
Cold, cold
But it makes us feel warm inside
Love, love
Affection
Comes inside us at this time.

Is it white
Or is it more than that
Because nothing is what it seems
Is it cold
Or is it more than that
It's more than what we see.

Sounds of people stepping through the snow
Sounds of people singing songs we know
Sounds of people laughing
Sounds of people talking
Everybody's listening.

There's not only one
Not only one child
Who smiles
Smiles because it can see snowflakes
They're falling down
They fill the air
Feels cold
But warms me up
Inside.

Never cold
More than that
Never white
More than that
Children laughing
Adults too
It's the magic of Christmas.

Love.

1.5
Pun

As the time goes bye
The son is still shining
He decides he leafs
He stands by the see
And he wants to have piece
Then he arrives at the plain
He's pail, because he's scared
This feeling is knew
So he wants to get a brake
But the plain flies in the heir.

1.6
No

If you think we will play your game, you are so fucking wrong about it
If you think the world will sink down to the ground
Like Titanic did in 1912, you are so fucking wrong about it
If you think that everybody believes in your hidden strategy
And everything that you invented just to get more players of your game
Then - I say - you are so fucking wrong about it.

I believe the world is smarter than you will ever be
Because love is the highest place that can ever be reached
And if you play that game - everybody knows -, the prize is enmity and horror
I believe that not everybody will fall into your trap
Because I still have hope and I'm hopelessly hoping
That more than just hundreds of people realise what you'd like to reach

However, I have to admit that I am not sure about it
I am not sure if the world finds a way out of the labyrinth
I am not sure if the world is smart enough to touch the sky
I am not sure if the world could be strong enough
To finish each other's sentences in order to show them
To show them what we're made of
Because we are made of love, and love is pure
Honestly, I am not sure.

If I was sure, I could not believe
Believing means that we trust something that nobody can prove
Believing means that we love something that we might not always see
Or sometimes loving something that we actually cannot see
Believing is the root of love
If you don't believe in love, you will never find the way out of the labyrinth

The thing I am sure about is that we - all the people with clear minds -
That are smart enough
That can convince others to believe
In themselves and in love and loving each other
In stopping hate and loathing
In never playing that game
That you try to play
We people have to stand together
We are the stones in the howling wind
We are the trees that are strong enough
To survive the hardest storm
We are the people that are strong

So - as I stand here and speak out what I have to say -
I say to you, all the people with clear minds
- and I say it to you because I am able to trust you
And to love you and possibly the most important thing
I am able to believe in you and in the mystery of the labyrinth -
That we have to say "No!"
Simply "No!" because they are so fucking wrong about everything
They only pretend (!) that they believe
Because believing is the opposite of what they do

If you thought we will play your game, you would be fucking wrong about that
No, I will never play your game.
(Actually, we have already won.)