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
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