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[un1ty 5]

The word that staunches wounds

And renews blood

The word which does not differ under pressure

And can look us right into the eye.

The word without beginning or end

and will leave no means unused.

The word without win or loss

No hell on earth or damnation

The word that makes tears flow

And is hidden behind every smile

Its time it becomes a part of all of us.

Its time that it plays along

That it becomes human and heals itself.

Because when blood stops floathing

And the dreams overcome fear

And people know again what they have forgotten

That life is a beautifull thing and matters.

That it is a road that you have to commit to.

Body and mind we were being measured

Now the battle is for our conciousness

The consciousness knows how to reverse the wall

Life is an art.

One that can be learned.

 

 

Het woord dat wonden stelpt
en bloed weet te vernieuwen.
Het woord dat onder druk niet wijkt
en ons recht in de ogen kan kijken.

Het woord zonder einde of begin.
dat geen middel ongebruikt zal laten.
Het woord dat geen winst kent of verlies,
geen hel op aarde of verdoemenis.

Het woord dat tranen doet vloeien`
en schuilgaat achter elke lach)
Het word tijd dat het meespeelt,
dat het mens word en zichzelf heelt.

Want als het bloed eindelijk stopt met stromen.
En de dromen de angst te boven komen.
En mensen opnieuw mogen weten,
wat zij telkens weer vergeten.
Dat het leven goed is
en ertoe doet.
Dat het een weg is
die je begaan moet.
Lichaam een geest kregen wij aangemeten.
Nu gaat de strijd om ons geweten.
Het bewustzijn weet de wall te doen keren.
Leven is een kunst.
En dat valt te leren.

Dont believe in coincidence.

 

[Gagarin Project 400]

maybe you translate all intro text in English?

[un1ty 5]

The word that staunches wounds

And renews blood

The word which does not differ under pressure

And can look us right into the eye.

The word without beginning or end

and will leave no means unused.

The word without win or loss

No hell on earth or damnation

The word that makes tears flow

And is hidden behind every smile

Its time it becomes a part of all of us.

Its time that it plays along

That it becomes human and heals itself.

Because when blood stops floathing

And the dreams overcome fear

And people know again what they have forgotten

That life is a beautifull thing and matters.

That it is a road that you have to commit to.

Body and mind we were being measured

Now the battle is for our conciousness

The consciousness knows how to reverse the wall

Life is an art.

One that can be learned.