Grobschnitt - Sun Trip | Текст песни

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The sky is blue,
the gras is whispering.
The sun shines warm,
the air is clean and soft.

My mind is free,
going to where it wants to be.
It’s so nice to see,
the flowers surrounding me.

In Vietnam,
my brother’s shooten down.
The sun burns hot,
the bombers are roaring loud.

His mind is dead,
his blood runs warm and red.
It’s a shame to see,
‘cos he’s man like you and me.

The sky is blue,
the gras is whispering.
The sun shines warm,
the air is clean and soft.

My mind is free,
going to where it wants to be.
It’s so nice to see,
the flowers surrounding me.

In Vietnam,
my brother’s shooten down.
The sun burns hot,
the bombers are roaring loud.

His mind is dead,
his blood runs warm and red.
It’s a shame to see,
‘cos he’s man like you and me,
and me, and me,
and me, and me.

All of us are fighting here
against the hate and war.
But you cheering crazy crowd,
you’re calling out for more.
‘bout the real reality
you dislike it to hear.
Fucking houghthy lazy mass,
you’re sipping at your beer!

But listen,
some day you will awake.
And there will be nothing left,
from what today you take.
And than you’ll understand,
what we have tried to say.
But then there’s no help around,
‘cos we are far away.

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