Those Were The Days — текст песни (Alphaville)

There is a landscape in my head

I sometimes travel

But this is strictly after dark

Beyond the barricades and trenches

There stands the factory

Hand me the costum of the sad acrobat

And he says:

Son, this is the bread I break for you

But do not touch it

And he says:

Son, this is the wine I pour for you

But do not drink it

Dein aschenes haar, sulamith



And he says:

Son, this is the bread I break for you

Son, this is the wine I pour for you

But do not drink it, dont drink at all..



There is a stranger on the shore

I sometimes travel

But this is strictly in my dreams

He feeds the seagulls in the winds with ashes

And as he speaks hes got my fathers voice

And he says:

Son, here is some bread I broke for you

Son, here is some wine..



Those were the days, my friend

Dein aschenes haar, sulamith

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