Lyrics Hawelka - Nits

Red
Omaha Beach is bleeding
Black
The sky is almost burning
Too many soldiers are dead
Churchill said: 'Peace'
Lo lo lo lo

Green
The Maple Leaf is always
Green
The grass is almost red
Too many people are dead
Hitler said: 'Krieg'
Lo lo lo lo

In the footsteps of my father
I went all the way to Algeria
France and Holland

Why
His life is such a mystery
When Paris was his destiny

My mother says:
'Rue des Abbesses'
Sing
Lo lo lo lo

Black coffee at Hawelka
Man smoking on the sofa
Then the waiter came
He knows my name

You
I'm talking to you
I lost his track in Vienna
At Hawelka
With a clock that always said
Twelve thirty

Death
He's walking on a red beach