Whishes which tell me girls who whisper to me steps you really do words nobody finds
Senses which vanish give me advice my little death
A dance which always ends a Morning which holds you Fire that burns out and tears will dry
Winds they drift away give me advice My little death
Searching of all days the Sea which never turns eyes which grow blind and thoughts they leave
The waiting of a coming give me advice my little death
So strange this life motion which leads me the lurking of my longings red and blue my courage small steps you can do and the ground continues to turn me around and round
Give me advice my little death
Whishes which tell me Girls who whisper to me steps you really do words nobody finds
Senses which vanish Give me advice my little death
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: Stefan Jakob Eicher (RIGHTBACK)Publicado em 1987ECAD verificado fonograma #34515499 em 05/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM