Текст песни Style Council - Ghosts of Dachau
Style Council - Ghosts of Dachau слова песни
I close my eyes - I reach out my handAnd there you are - beautiful in scabsCaressing my scalp - under the mounts of the gun towersI shout your name - I kick out in dreamsAnd here we are - the searchlight beamsThe siren squeals - and hopeless shuffle to certaintyThe crab lice bite - the typhoid smellsAnd I still here - handsome in ragsA trouserless man - waiting helpless for dignityCome to me angel, dont go to the showersBeg, steal or borrow - now theres nothing left to takeExcept eternityAnd who will come - to flower our graves? With us still here - covered with dustRemembered by few but forgotten by the majorityStay with me angel - dont get lost in historyDont let all we suffered lose its meaning in the darkThat we call memory