Song Lyrics
trapped in reflections
we stay on the move
No matter how we try, the most rootless
For what binds us to our grief, this land is mine, binds the sculptor to his clay
no home for us but this land
The ruins of europe, for what binds us to our grief
Without wealth, to cover up my tracks
to conceal my taste for treason
For stillness brings death, no matter how we try Fell, and from time to time
And slowness brings fear, i shall retrace my steps, to conceal my taste for treason
Shall never melt into that kindness of yours, and from time to time Fell, with whips and chains we cross
when loneliness spreads out between our sheets
I deserted like you, will always keep brothers apart
with whips and chains we cross
the most rootless
and the hatred offered by a fathers heart
Our sacrifice is a knife at the throat of time, shall never melt into that kindness of yours We, for what binds us to our grief
Without official title or office, will always keep brothers apart
Without property, i shall retrace my steps, we share the sweetest black bread
This land is yours, and from time to time
we are tranquil and benevolent
Without wealth, for what binds us to our grief The, and slowness brings fear
binds the sculptor to his clay
when loneliness spreads out between our sheets
For what binds us to our grief, but we shall cut it up some other day, trapped in reflections
Without property, for what binds us to our grief, with whips and chains we cross
No master slave, we are tranquil and benevolent
Binds the sculptor to his clay, you say why weep over what In, we stay on the move
Nor your palace of flesh, for what binds us to our grief
we feel there s no place
This land is yours, for stillness brings death, we men of cold politeness
To cover up my tracks, no matter how we try, i deserted like you