ALPHAVILLE - Those Were The Days lyrics

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There is a landscape in my head<br>I sometimes travel<br>But this is strictly after dark<br>Beyond the barricades and trenches<br>There stands the factory<br>Hand me the costum of the sad acrobat<br>And he says:<br>Son, this is the bread I break for you<br>But do not touch it<br>And he says:<br>Son, this is the wine I pour for you<br>But do not drink it<br>Dein aschenes haar, sulamith<br><br>And he says:<br>Son, this is the bread I break for you<br>Son, this is the wine I pour for you<br>But do not drink it, don't drink at all..<br><br>There is a stranger on the shore<br>I sometimes travel<br>But this is strictly in my dreams<br>He feeds the seagulls in the winds with ashes<br>And as he speaks he's got my father's voice<br>And he says:<br>Son, here is some bread I broke for you<br>Son, here is some wine..<br><br>Those were the days, my friend<br>Dein aschenes haar, sulamith<br>Der tod ist ein meister aus deutschland