Beneath The Wind.

Tavola degli accordi #101003

fornita da Peterpingo

Testo:

© Peterpingo
Beneath The Wind. (Peter Witthöft 2017).

All my life -
I´ve watched the trains go passing by
left the stations
when I Did not have the guts to leave
though I felt my heart so filled with dreams
and wanderlust
and a little hope that I one day
would face my dreams again

I just choose to drag my life
in misery
in a "redneck-town" all drained of dignity
without any care the people stood
and stared so blind
When a crying child that fled from war -
came knocking on their door

But when the springtime turns the trees into green
again and again each year
I think I still hear
his voice beneath the wind

you might think the world is
on an acid-trip
when combining cruel insanity
with leadership
and the boots will do the walking
in the streets
while some freaking freaks are preaching hate
in the news we read

But when the springtime turns the trees into green
again and again each year
I think I still hear
a voice beneath the wind
When the springtime turns the trees into green
again and again each year
I surely hope
the end of war is near

When the springtime turns the trees into green
again and again each year
I hope we will hear
the voice beneath the wind