How I wish you were here!

Es ist Bali. Und aus mehreren Gründen bekomme ich Pink Floyd nicht aus meinem Kopf. Der Text geht so:

So, so you think you can tell
heaven from hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade? Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

3. März 2008
Der Tag an dem mein Vater stirbt.

Baba Vati! Hoffentlich geht es Dir dort wo Du bist gut!

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