Sankirtana

We are driving on the highway

we are the slowliest on the street

as far as I can see the snow is getting more

the next stop is still far away

it is a tiny little village in Bavaria

I haven´t ever heard of it before

I don´t know where we are

where we are coming from

in the last three days four cities 

this is marathon

and now I´m feeling cold 

and the only thing I want is home

the two others are quiet

they don´t want any fight

because I´m sour it was a hard day 

I didn´t really sleep last night

we arrive I close my eyes 

and I´m falling asleep deprived

But suddenly above us 

there´s a lighthole in the clouds

and celestial persons are looking down on my doubts

they are obviously happy

throwing flowers down on us

and they are glorifying our unimposing sankirtan-bus

because

there´s a fight going on

the demons try to conquer every place on earth

they are distroying and polluting in the name of Lord Kali

but one man with the plan 

to enlighten and deliver the whole universe

gave the possibility

to set the mankind free

so we have

Srila Prabhupada's books

are secret weapons in this fight

they are like invisible hooks

that bring us back into the light

we are his soldiers armed with love and knowledge

and with purity

all comes from Prabhupada's books

to distribute them is up to me

at two in the next morning

the gas is empty the shower is short

the copina is still wet

while one chants loud like shouting

the other one falls asleep how shall I become deep I´m so upset

the cook is too late the class increases my hate

and we get a ticket just five minutes after eight (mostly you´re allowed to park for free till eight;)

the two others are so proud 

I would really like to kick them out

but suddenly I see them 

with the tilaka on their face

flower garlands dothi

out of time and space

and a million holy people have come to worship from above

because devotees are the only ones who distribute love

and now I see

there´s a fight going on 

in the middle of my heart there´s the enemy

and he forces me to lament

even if it doesn´t make no sense

but this book distribution 

makes me free from artificial identity

now I see that every being is a parcel of God and my friend

and I know

Srila Prabhupada's books

are secret weapons in this fight

they are like invisible hooks

that bring me back into the light

I am his soldier armed with love and knowledge

and with purity

all comes from Prabhupada's books

to study them is up to me

we are at the Christmas market

with Christmas songs, it is blinking wild, it is stinking like meat and wine

the people pretend to be happy

they are rushing to their death and they are shouting "excuse me I have no time"

the first nice conversation

the man wants to give donation

but suddenly security from the public agency

and he sends me away

and I´m anyways cold, don´t want to stay

and then I see this boy on the other side of the street

he is staring and he is walking straight towards me

and without saying a word he takes a book and starts to smile

and then he looks at me and I see a grateful teardrop in his eye
now I know

Srila Prabhupada's books

are secret weapons in this fight

Srila Prabhupada's books

that bring us back into the light

Srila Prabhupada's books

are our shelter our medicine

Srila Prabhupada's books

our guidance to the Supreme

I wrote this song with the great help of JayaNitai Bramacari who had the best ideas and words for this story. It stands also under my impression from my last travelling on marathon with Ramananda Prabhu and Mike, when our car was nearly totally damaged, and we drove so slowly over the highway :-) Sankirtan is always the best time in my memories! The songs in the radio are from my first album, "Niemals Allein"...