In exile
In the eternal deserts
of my exile,
leave a trail,
write me a name.
And send it in the wind
on the wings of albatrosses,
up to the church tower,
where our time flies,
though not quite.
Ref.:
Be with me friend,
in good times and even in bad times.
On the deathbed,
don't tell me angel,
that you are proud.
On the road, on the road,
not that I wouldn't help you.
I, a tramp on the stars,
lost, godless.
If you, eternity,
will be merciful to me forever
and my transformation
turns into a song ...
I would give you everything from my ship,
just not sail.
So welcome aboard
eternal tension.
Ref.:
Ref.: