#FleetingMemoryASongOrPoem: Off the first record I listened to conciously as a child. I was 5 or 6 years old, the German band "Karat" had this:
I remember well the time under the roof,
The stove, Mama and me
And if I dreamed badly, then she called me awake,
That the evil quickly departed from me
I remember well, she told fairy tales,
I crawled deeper into her lap
And the wolf could do nothing to me and the witch was burned
And I was equally strong and tall
I remember well and am with you my child,
When the darkness falls
And the wolf can do nothing for you and the witch dies quickly
In the evening at fairytale time
How beautiful when you know where to hide your face,
Child, when it comes, the fear
How beautiful when you know you're not alone
That's what you're asking for
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