Songtekst van Alphaville: Those Were The Days

Those Were The Days

There is a landscape in my head
I sometimes travel
But this is strictly after dark
Beyond the barricades and trenches
There stands the factory
Hand me the costum of the sad acrobat
And he says:
Son, this is the bread I break for you
But do not touch it
And he says:
Son, this is the wine I pour for you
But do not drink it
Dein aschenes haar, sulamith

And he says:
Son, this is the bread I break for you
Son, this is the wine I pour for you
But do not drink it, don?t drink at all

There is a stranger on the shore
I sometimes travel
But this is strictly in my dreams
He feeds the seagulls in the winds with ashes
And as he speaks he?s got my father?s voice
And he says:
Son, here is some bread I broke for you
Son, here is some wine

Those were the days, my friend
Dein aschenes haar, sulamith
Der tod ist ein meister aus deutschland

Vertaling (Engels > Nederlands)

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Those Were The Days

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