‘Hundred Songs’ is not a summary or a goal. It is a trail. This song does not mark an end, but rather a moment of pause. Stories about love and life, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sung honestly and loudly. Not every song wanted to shine, not every song immediately found its tomorrow – but every song had its place. ‘Hundred Songs’ is not a monument, but a thank you. For the time. For listening. For everything that remains. And for the next song that is already waiting. This is the French version of 100 Lieder.
100 songs (100 Lieder)
(C) Rainer Wittmann (2026)
[Verse 1]
Stories about love, about life,
memories both heavy and light.
Thoughts pulling softly at my fingers,
filling line after line every night.
Sounds and melodies, fantasies,
an ocean of notes and signs,
I write down everything that moves me,
everything that walked this road of mine.
[Chorus]
A hundred songs, full of joy,
sometimes light, sometimes hard to bear.
A hundred songs, honest and true,
sung out loud, without fear.
A hundred songs you can hear.
A hundred songs, with respect
and reverence inside,
stories from my life —
for you.
[Verse 2]
A hundred ideas that never got lost,
a hundred games of words and sound.
A hundred times heart, humor and madness,
nothing ever spared me, I found.
Some songs came quiet, almost gone,
some were screaming to break free.
Not every song found its morning right away,
but each one found its place in me.
[Bridge]
And if someday my voice falls silent,
maybe there’s a gentle sound,
somewhere drifting through your days
one of my songs is still around.
No proof, no sign, no grand display,
just an echo you can hear.
A hundred songs — no regret,
’cause now I’ve got something that stays.
[Chorus]
A hundred songs, full of joy,
sometimes light, sometimes hard to bear.
A hundred songs, honest and true,
sung out loud, without fear.
A hundred songs you can hear.
A hundred songs, with respect
and reverence inside,
stories from my life —
for you.
[Guitar Solo]
[Final Chorus]
A hundred songs, full of joy,
sometimes light, sometimes hard to bear.
A hundred songs, honest and true,
sung out loud, without fear.
A hundred songs you can hear.
A hundred songs, with respect
and reverence inside,
stories from my life —
for you.
[Outro – spoken]
Thank you for your time.
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