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
Tulkojums: Stils Padomes. Ghosts Of Dachau.
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