The snow covers Bavaria Giving a mystic aura To the cemetery I enter Headstones rise through the snow Like soulkeepers in the fog Seem to prevail your rest below
Farewell, farewell dear old man I cannot believe this was the end I like to believe you're roaming around Close to her first steps, watching her proud
I don't know if there's god above But I know you entered the great hall Having an eye on all our beloved ones I'm sad she'll never meet you In her blood is a part of you The scythe of time felt much too soonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
