The­re is a crack, a crack in ever­y­thing — that’s how the light gets in

The birds they sang at the break of day
Start again, I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what has pas­sed away
Or what is yet to be

Ah, the wars they will be fought again
The holy dove, she will be caught again
Bought and sold, and bought again
The dove is never free

We asked for signs, the signs were sent
The birth betray­ed, the mar­ria­ge spent
Yeah, and the widow­hood of every govern­ment
Signs for all to see

I can’t run no more with that law­less crowd
While the kil­lers in high places say their pray­ers out loud
But they’­ve sum­mo­ned, they’­ve sum­mo­ned up a thun­der­cloud
They’­re going to hear from me

You can add up the parts, but you won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march, the­re is no drum
Every heart, every heart to love will come
But like a refu­gee

Song­text: »Anthem« von Leo­nard Cohen
Bil­der: Franz Büch­ler 2003
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