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Something you should know about Those Were The Days Lyrics Title: Alphaville - Those Were The Days lyrics Artist: Alphaville Lyrics Visitors: 485 visitors have hited Those Were The Days Lyrics since May 27, 2008. 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, don’t 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 he’s got my father’s 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 Fans who visit this lyrics also like: Maybe you are looking for: Alphaville - Those Were The Days Lyrics for mp3 Alphaville - Those Were The Days Lyric Alphaville - Those Were The Days Letras Alphaville - Those Were The Days Songtexte Alphaville - Those Were The Days Lyrique Alphaville - Those Were The Days Testo Alphaville - Those Were The Days Referencias Tips to look for free audio clips (Don't use those tips to download illegally. To buy music is always the best way to support your idols) |
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