Die Kindheit,
in der die Seele lacht und weint...
Anastacia Photo Jasmin
Are such small hands ... Bettina Wegner Schlesinger
Are such small hands, fingers winzge it.
you may never beat it, then the break.
If such small feet, with so little toe `n.
May I never step on them, `they could not otherwise go` n.
Are such small ears, sharp and welcome her.
zerbrüllen May you never be deaf like this.
Are so beautiful mouths to talk everything out.
May you never prohibit, or comes out no more.
If such clear eyes that still see everything `n. May
connect you never could she `s not understand` n.
Are so little souls, open and completely free.
May we never torture, go here `s broken.
Is that `s little backbone, provides almost no one.
May you never bend, because otherwise it breaks.
grade clear people would `s a nice goal.
people without backbone, we have `n too much.
punch doll, dance ...
dancing doll, turn around
before the colorful walls
drawing the circles do not end forever
let the dance
small I'm not always
childhood is fleeting
And in the time glow
I altre resistant
dancing doll weigh me
with the rhythm of the sounds
Hold me tight I do not want to leave in their catches
before the colorful walls
drawing the circles do not end forever
let the dance
small I'm not always
childhood is fleeting
And in the time glow
I altre resistant
dancing doll weigh me
with the rhythm of the sounds
Hold me tight I do not want to leave in their catches
Ruthchen my cousin Maria's mother, the father's hand, lost in the war
for, their childhood not on the Sunny side may spend,
where shadows are , where the little soul wrapped in mourning,
where there are wounds that are painful
where only time will heal ....
Dance puppet, dance ...
yes, and I have a happy childhood, with dreams and love
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