Текст (слова) песни: The Style Council - Ghosts Of Dachau
I close my eyes - I reach out my hand And there you are - beautiful in scabs Caressing my scalp - under the mounts of the gun towers I shout your name - I kick out in dreams And here we are - the searchlight beams The siren squeals - and hopeless shuffle to certainty
The crab lice bite - the typhoid smells And I still here - handsome in rags A trouserless man - waiting helpless for dignity
Come to me angel, don`t go to the showers Beg, steal or borrow - now there`s nothing left to take Except eternity
And who will come - to flower our graves? With us still here - covered with dust Remembered by few but forgotten by the majority
Stay with me angel - don`t get lost in history Don`t let all we suffered lose it`s meaning in the dark That we call memory
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