In a country far away In a land of eternal light Where tomorrow's yesterday And where black is white Theres a Town of different kind Without a building - without streets There's no-one deaf and no-one blind All in front nothing behind A town without a wish and without needs
Sometimes in my deeoest dreams I go to the City of Angels and I feel Not like a stranger in that town Ans wakin' up only changes the scenes Still I know somehow that there's my home In the City of Angels
In that town of a special kind All is clear and there's no doubt There's nothing lost that you must find There's no matter, is no mind It's a town without a with, without without!
Sometimes in my deepest dreams I go to the City Of Angels and I feel Not like a stranger in that town And wakin' up only changes the scenes Still I know somehow that there's my home In the City of Angels
Now and then I realize That we all are on our way Allways on our way back home ...To the city of Angels
Compositores: Kurt Rene Plisnier (Opus), Ewald Pfleger (Opus) ECAD: Obra #7251709