Текст песни Style Council - Ghosts Of Dachau
Style Council - Ghosts Of Dachau слова песни
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 out in dreams
And here we are - the searchlight beams
The siren squeals - and hopeless shuffle to certainty
The crab lice bite - the typhoid smells
And I still here - handsome in rags
A trouserless man - waiting helpless for dignity
Come to me angel, don`t go to the showers
Beg, steal or borrow - now there`s nothing left to take
Except eternity
And who will come - to flower our graves?
With us still here - covered with dust
Remembered by few but forgotten by the majority
Stay with me angel - don`t get lost in history
Don`t let all we suffered lose it`s meaning in the dark
That we call memory