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Alphaville - Those Were The Days Lyrics

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  • 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
  • Der tod ist ein meister aus deutschland

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