The Peacock

Theres an answer for Im cold again

Back in the sand just like those soldier men

And even once I fell down in the narrow lanes

On the ground I lay

And I would say

Infernal heat cant take the sound in here

Shake the trees see what falls out of them

In a city where nobody hears

A birds call fine fine winters here again

Calls and sings berlin, berlin

Among the camp were done with him

Wed shoot him down
But then but then

Where should I begin, begin

Hes the only one who knows the words

End