Medeamaterial: Das Kleid der Liebe

歌詞

When the waves have started to crumble And the mountains smooth and die Take me where the road is humble Where the oldest men have died. And I'll lay and make my bed there Midst the beat and treaded roads Midst the memories of the dead there Stronger now and lonesome cold. For I ask for not a second With a comfort in my chest Instead one million years of wandering Till I reach my final rest. And I'll lay and make my bed there Midst the beat and treaded roads Midst the memories of the dead there Stronger now and lonesome cold. Every kid must ask the question "Why do all our heroes die? Did they live to wake in the morning Or live to sing under golden skies?"