Looch needs a noose
Dear Ed, this Donald came
When late at night
He calls you Eulen
He lures you deep into the night
Into your soul
Oh, your secret
Like a source
That guards your longing
From early childhood days a shadow remained
Still a night back
A storm fire burns like a wave
Again and again into you
You want to fly
To the rainbow
And always listen
To this magical light
You want to fly
To the rainbow
And always listen
To this magical light
I want to give you the rainbow
And your longing
Flies a bit ahead
From early childhood days a shadow remained
Still a night back
A storm fire burns like a wave
Again and again into you
The light at night
Comes like a fog
And your secret
Flies a bit ahead
That guards your longing
That guards your soul
That guards your soul
That guards your soul
That guards your soul
Thank you!
Danke Berlin!
Thank you!