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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