Text Písně: Legend - Alphaville

He is sitting on a hill
A vapid night is crawling through the vale
The trees are fangs of transiency
The demons forge hammers and nails
The spring is in the air
The sirens in the skies
The wind is in his hair
The morning's in his eyes
The rain turns on
And he will be
On the phone
The world has left alone...
He will travel all the ways
That lead to the unknown lands
Time has distorted his view
An amen in his due
The spring is in the air
The sirens in the skies
The wind is in his hair
The morning's in his eyes
The rain turns on
And he will be
On the phone
The world has left alone

Další písničky hudební skupiny Alphaville:

Alphaville - Life Is King
Alphaville - Like Thunder
Alphaville - Next Generation
Alphaville - Seeds
Alphaville - Sister Sun

Předchozí písničky hudební skupiny Alphaville:

Alphaville - Forever Young
Alphaville - Big In Japan
Alphaville - Sounds Like A Melody
Alphaville - Dance With Me
Alphaville - A Victory Of Love