A song of the 90s Text and music by me.
Lyrics in German and English below
But one citation of the bible John 3,8 ( The wind...) 

I play the piano and sing
The arrangement and production is from Frank Schultz proton music Neuenburg/ Germany. https://protonmusic.de/
Until now it is a fine collaboration


Sommerregen

Sommerregen fällt auf grünes Laub
Wieder mal bin ich allein
Kühler Dampf steigt aus der Lichtung auf
Will nicht traurig sein

Nebelschwaden weh‘n am Horizont
Nähern und verdichten sich
Bis ich sehe nur noch Gegenwart
Jetzt nur jetzt leb ich

Ref.
Der Wind weht, wo er will
Und du hörst sein Sausen wohl
Doch du weißt nicht, woher er kommt
Und du weißt nicht, wohin er geht.


Viele Pläne habe ich gemacht
Wenig hatte nur Bestand
Ich sah nur Zukunft und Vergangenheit
Habe dich nicht erkannt

Ref.
Der Wind weht, wo er will
Und du hörst sein Sausen wohl
Doch du weißt nicht, woher er kommt
Und du weißt nicht, wohin er geht.

So ist es mit jedem, der aus dem Geist geboren ist
So ist es mit jedem, der aus dem Geist geboren ist
……geboren ist


Sonnenstrahlen trocknen mein Gesicht
Tröstend ziehst du mich zu dir
Wir geh‘n gemeinsam in den hellen Tag
Und du bleibst bei mir


Summerrain 
Translation help with Google translate and KI gemini

Summer rain falls on green leaves
Once again, I am alone
Cool steam rises from the clearing
I don't want to be sad

Foggy veils waft on the horizon
Approaching and thickening
Until I only see the present
Now, only now I live

Chorus:
The wind blows where it wants
And you can hear its whispering
But you don’t know where it comes from
And you don’t know where it goes


Many plans I've made
But little has lasted
I only saw the future and the past
Didn’t recognize you

Chorus:
The wind blows where it wants
And you can hear its whispering
But you don’t know where it comes from
And you don’t know where it goes

So it is with everyone who is born from the spirit
So it is with everyone who is born from the spirit
Born 


Sunbeams dry my face
Comfortingly you draw me to you
We'll go together into the bright day
And you'll stay with me

Sommerregen

Music by ɅƉﺍꝚﺍɅNƠ
Photo by ɅƉﺍꝚﺍɅNƠ

My modest work written in homage to the Universe

ZERO THEOREM

There's Lizzards on the walls in my hotel, it's hot as hell and it don't smell like my home town.
There's strangers in the halls, and the Punjab calls
while children laugh out loud without regard or regret

Ensconced in cotton course and white
the Charpois wait for another night
and the jet is on the runway, waiting for the northern flight
and Kashmir waits with open arms and mountains bright.

There's Lizzards on the walls of my hotel
Theres loaded Tongas on the teeming street that's lined with open stalls of spice and fruit and brass and salt and hanging meat.

There's Lizzards on the walls
Marigolds strung on strings wrapped around all kind of things.
Beggers on the street with broken arms and legs and feet, still smiling as they reach through diesel fumes and swarms of flys and eyes that stare longingly for some relief.

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where a thousand stare in disbelief 
Humbled like a thief before the judge.

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