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The Roma spirit, free and strong, In every heartbeat, in every song.
Through fields and forests, roads unplanned, They roam the world, a nomad band. Beautiful women, heroic men, In the Roma, life’s magic begins again.
"The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd giveth his life for the sheep." (John 10:10-11)
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The Roma spirit, free and strong, In every heartbeat, in every song.
Through fields and forests, roads unplanned, They roam the world, a nomad band. Beautiful women, heroic men, In the Roma, life’s magic begins again.
"The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd giveth his life for the sheep." (John 10:10-11)
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The Roma spirit, free and strong, In every heartbeat, in every song.
Through fields and forests, roads unplanned, They roam the world, a nomad band. Beautiful women, heroic men, In the Roma, life’s magic begins again.
"The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd giveth his life for the sheep." (John 10:10-11)
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Einmal im Jahr
in der heiligen Nacht
verlassen die toten Soldaten die Wacht
die sie für Deutschlands Zukunft stehen
Sie kommen nach Haus, nach Art und Ordnung zu sehen,
schweigend treten sie ein in den festlichen Raum,
den Tritt der genagelten Stiefel, man hört ihn kaum
sie stellen sich still zu Vater und Mutter und Kind,
aber sie spüren, dass sie erwartete Gäste sind
Es brennt für sie eine rote Kerze am Tannenbaum,
es steht für sie ein Stuhl am gedeckten Tisch,
es glüht für sie im Glase dunkel der Wein.
Und in die Weihnachtslieder, gläubig und frisch,
stimmen sie fröhlichen Herzens mit ein.
Hinter dem Bild mit dem Stahlhelm dort an der Wand
steckt ein Tannenzweig mit silbernem Stern.
Es duftet nach Tannen und Äpfel und Mandelkern,
und es ist alles wie einst und der Tod ist so fern.
Wenn dann die Kerzen am Lichtbaum zu Ende gebrannt,
legt der tote Soldat die erdverkrustete Hand
jedem der Kinder leise aufs junge Haupt:
Wir starben für euch, weil wir an Deutschland geglaubt.
Einmal im Jahr, in der heiligen Nacht,
beziehen die toten Soldaten wieder die ewige Wacht
Text Thilo Scheller , 1939 ?
auf Stille Nacht heilige Nacht
Last edited by Mortimer; 02-29-2024 at 07:30 AM.
The Roma spirit, free and strong, In every heartbeat, in every song.
Through fields and forests, roads unplanned, They roam the world, a nomad band. Beautiful women, heroic men, In the Roma, life’s magic begins again.
"The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd giveth his life for the sheep." (John 10:10-11)
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The Roma spirit, free and strong, In every heartbeat, in every song.
Through fields and forests, roads unplanned, They roam the world, a nomad band. Beautiful women, heroic men, In the Roma, life’s magic begins again.
"The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd giveth his life for the sheep." (John 10:10-11)
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