The Style Council - Ghosts Of Dachau ("Dachau Was A Nazi Concentration Camp, The Scene Of Mass Murders") текст песни

Текст песни Ghosts Of Dachau ("Dachau Was A Nazi Concentration Camp, The Scene Of Mass Murders") - The Style Council



I close my eyes - I reach out my hand
And there you are - beautiful in scabs
Caressing my scalp - under the mounts of the gun towers
I shout your name - I kick out in dreams
And here we are - the searchlight beams
The siren squeals - and hopeless shuffle to certainty
The crab lice bite - the typhoid smells
And I still here - handsome in rags
A trouserless man - waiting helpless for dignity
Come to me angel, don′t go to the showers
Beg, steal or borrow - now there's nothing left to take
Except eternity
And who will come - to flower our graves?
With us still here - covered with dust
Remembered by few but forgotten by the majority
Stay with me angel - don′t get lost in history
Don't let all we suffered lose it's meaning in the dark
That we call memory



Авторы: Paul John Weller


The Style Council - The Sound of the Style Council
Альбом The Sound of the Style Council
дата релиза
24-02-2003




Внимание! Не стесняйтесь оставлять отзывы.