You let yourself strike twice.
You give away your last shirt.
You look after the lost.
Your crown is not of gold.
Your throne is the street.
Your hands and your heart are broken.

How can we then live differently than sheep among wolves?

Why? / Warum?


all our suffering is compared to heaven
like a tear compared to an ocean of joy

all unser leiden ist verglichen mit dem himmel
wie eine träne verglichen mit einem ozean aus freude