The Peacock
Theres an answer for Im cold again
Back in the sand just like those soldier men
And even once I fell down in the narrow lanes
On the ground I lay
And I would say
Infernal heat cant take the sound in here
Shake the trees see what falls out of them
In a city where nobody hears
A birds call fine fine winters here again
Calls and sings berlin, berlin
Among the camp were done with him
Wed shoot him down
But then but then
Where should I begin, begin
Hes the only one who knows the words
End