Текст песни The Style Council - Ghosts Of Dachau
The 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, don`t go to the showersBeg, steal or borrow - now there`s 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 - don`t get lost in historyDon`t let all we suffered lose it`s meaning in the darkThat we call memory