In deine Hände [English translation]

To be truthful and honest I’ve heard and seen enough,

now I’ve got to stand up and do something against you, otherwise

the entire world will fall in your hands, and my understanding tells me

that would be no good. You’re bleeding this world dry, soon

there’ll be no more courage, wrath feels heavy in my stomach.

Lord, I wish so much they’d see you from above

because otherwise nothing moves, but I know that you

are there,

you know that you can trust me, you know that you are

my star

Lord, show that everything is true, and that today was,

is and will be your day, so that it dawns on everyone

We have to find and destroy the enemy. I don’t want to hear anything else

coming out of his mouth,

I don’t want to beseech any other might but yours, for you

send us the saviour, you are the greatest, you are the one who broke

my fetters and the one who uncovered death to be nothing but a tiny

and insignificant pig that I’m roasting now with your flames, as you have sent

it into exile

refrain:

Death remains forever out of my and of all other lives

which have been entrusted in your hands, as it has nothing

to do in your house. Lord, you are the only one

for me, and now truth is starting to reveal itself, this

world is reaching its end, but you are eternal, you’ve got the eternal

light, but they don’t see it.

The time is coming for me to stand up and remain by your side,

for every single line I write which doesn’t immediately

shout your name is lost forever. I was born to

fight, not with a sword, but with a microphone and my head up,

unbreakable as the opposite of what happens in this world finds

a space in my songs, light will return when we’ll prepare our

warriors instead of just talking. Because we are talking about life or

death, Commandments and praying, praying to the one who leads our lives,

to the real “mc” (??)*, what can be easily seen is never true, truth comes by like

a thief in the middle of the night, not at quarter past eight, so wake up

from your deep sleep, our territory has never been a subject of

the true Lord. One can see that many options are on offer,

but only one is a victor for the believer, higher and

lower, “doper”(??)* and deeper, what do you prefer?

don’t-you-want-to-see-it?

refrain

God, you who live at Mount Zion, only you deserve to be praised

by us, and that each one of us keeps the vows made to you. You hear

our prayers, that’s why all humans come to you. Our offences

are too heavy a burden on our shoulders, but you can forgive our faults.

How fortunate are those who have been chosen by you! They’re allowed

to come close to you and to live in the atriums of your temple.

We’d like to rejoice with all the good things we are given

at your holy house.

God, our saviour, you are loyal to us, you answer us

with powerful deeds. You are the hope of this Earth,

up to the most remote of the seas. You put the mountains where they are

by using your power. You’re ready to fight armed with all your might. And

you silence the fury of the oceans, the roaring of their waves; you

silence the fury of the peoples as well. They’re all afraid of your

miracles, in all corners of this Earth. Your deeds

inspire joy and rejoice eveywhere where there are human beings. You

look after the soil, you make it rich and fertile: that way you let

grains grow to feed humankind. God, your streams are always

full of water; you moisten the furrows and level the clods of earth,

you water the fields with rainwater and bless

what germinates in them. You crown each year with good gifts, leaving

abundance on your trail. Steppes are covered

by a lush green, hills echo with shouts of happiness.

Pastures adorn themselves with herds, valleys cover themselves

with swaying crops- everything is full of joy and singing.