Текст песни Wide-Angle - Amon Düül II

Two white flamingos flew over my head
And I thought I was on that road
I used to walk with you
When time was like a piece of peach
Even a star was not far to reach
And we laughed the nights away
There was the largest crowd
Ever standing in a cloud
Don't ask who could create new things
The kids got drunken from the music they heard
In the acid-alley day after day
And now I feel it is like to break away at the break of day
And like to open the sky
Please don't shoot the band to the moon
There's no electric circus
They are so high in their dressing room
From drinking compromise-cocktails
The countdown will be over soon
Biting your painted nails
Flower-tramp is just back from the stars
But he is still playing his guitar
He wrote me a letter
It sailed through my window
Light as a feather
Give my love to the sunrise
Give my love to the sunrise
Give my love to the sunrise
Please don't shoot the band to the moon
There's no electric circus
They are so high in their dressing room
From drinking compromise-cocktails
The countdown will be over soon
Biting your painted nails
Flower-tramp is just back from the stars
The flowers are gone
Are gone, are gone, are gone, are gone
The flowers are gone
He's back, he's back, he's back from the stars
The flowers are gone