In the early days of my childhood I already came under its spell
I had fallen for fire, water, air and earth
Since I formed my forge, my mind in my very inside
I bring many a piece to the surface1, many a song that points ways
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And my hammer is falling down, onto fire, eardrum/drumskin
Thousand eyes are reflecting what brightens our world
And so I'm forging my songs, carry them with you day by day
Sing them again and again, I am able to hear you
I form letters to syllables, polish many a word to shape
For hours I forge rhymes, for many an artful sentence mesh
I bend words, curve sentences, melt them down in hot embers
Every of my thousand scars pushs me to take heart again
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I am absorbed in it, like an obsessed and with my lifeblood full of agony
Extinguish the fires from my mind, erase many a verse for the umpteenth time
Perfectly polished at the very end, I take a close look at my work
It shall serve you as a lucky charm, shall be a companion for you
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1. refers to mining but might also imply something like "I bring many a piece to fruition"