A comrade has killed a dozen men
he didn´t know them at all
and he got a medal for doing that
yesterday I saw an old friend of mine
he´s in prison now for killing his wife
I´m just a twenty year old man
but looking into my soul
All the things that I have seen
I count at least twenty years more
Fear to be killed each day or night
have to ignore that for life
I had to hang a curtain on eyes
frightened to be falling again
The houses damaged a heaven of grey
kids were playing with bombs
know nice little houses with a sky so blue
where´s the sense of that life
You said you know I have died
more than a thousend times ago
but you don´t know I´m still alive
and love my life the longer the more
ein Kind der 70er • studierter Anglist/Amerikanist und Mediävist (M.A.) • wohnhaft in Berlin • Betreiber dieses Blogs zanjero.de • mehr über Alexanders Schaffen: www.axin.de ||