“Brick by brick, they tear you down A teacup of water is enough to drown Check your oil, look under the hood Whatever you see, it’s all good All good Say it’s all good”
“Light the lamps up, lamplighter, The people are in the street Without a light They have no sight, And where will they plant their feet? Some will tread in the gutter And some in the mud, oh dear! Light the lamps up, lamplighter, Because the night is here.”
“Gott, bei deinem starken Schützen Sind wir vor den Feinden frei. Wenn sie sich als wilde Wellen Uns aus Grimm entgegenstellen, Stehn uns deine Hände bei.”
(J.S. Bach in Aria Gott, bei deinem starken Schützen BWV 14) Aachen (D)