Oddbean

Menschen - Umse 🎶 - translated to english There are so many people, many of whom show love to strangers without thinking of profit. People serve others in crises and many moments, turning to them when they freeze, donating, and raising others. It's a good thing that people don't waste their strength only on war. If it's not human for people to complement each other as a team, wherever you go, you see people steering towards peace. People love others, the best drive of humanity, and they relax with thoughts of Caribbean beaches. Positive people, the ones who are never aggressive and focus on harmony, help each other in fires or war situations. You could use the word "family thinking" for that. If many people didn't find it so difficult to love each other, wars wouldn't arise or would eventually end. People have their reasons for being the way they are, and many things in the world aren't as I wish they were. You're not the first or the last who has to decide, so do it or flip a coin. Being a well-tuned person is the art of all arts. If only there were more unity in the world's population. People hold others back, fight, and since the dawn of mankind, have been dying because of others. People ignore things, hang others, steal, and test boundaries. They are amazed when people fight, some hardly think, and often, in terms of intelligence, a person is like a tree. That's how people are; you want to trust someone, but they like to take advantage of strangers. People are familiar with fears and even overlook the most competent. Nothing can be as impure as human skin. People wash, but in the end, they are messed up. People do a lot for others when needed, but mostly for those they know, because there are plenty of people around. People make others, are lazy, and if you want to change something, change yourself too. Try to be a person who thinks about what they do. That’s not nearly enough, I invite you to think. Just be human, not cold as a stone. I don't want to be an angel, but be cool with others. Even if they seem strange, I'm limited. My mental chamber is surely not a prison, not an empty room, you'll notice, just realize it. People only get to know each other when they shake hands. To be on the same page, I am one with people. With a bit more respect, that would be a given. I'll put my effort into it, use my talent for it. Hammer it into your head, did you seriously believe I'd fight alone? I draw your attention to it and send out my message, put my stamp on the instrumental when I rhyme. Maybe some sun will shine through your window into your four walls. Peace, it must end here.