если бы я умел писать песни, то я бы обязательно написал однажды эту песню. я бы писал её много лет спустя, сидя с бутылкой коньяка у окна с видом на Изар.
но когда-нибудь я буду сидеть у того же самого окна с видом на Изар и тихо её петь, зная, что кто-то опять всё сказал моими мыслями много лет назад.
Somewhere in Germany
In a moment of tragedy
I think about history
And the end of the worldSomewhere in Germany
In an moment of misery
I think about liberty
And the end of the world
Somewhere in Germany
I think about Italy
Of friendship and ecstasy
And the end of the world
I gave myself to me
And think of what to be
Somewhere in Germany
In a moment of tragedy
I think about history
And the end of the world
Somewhere in Germany
I think about Italy
Of moments in ecstasy
And the end of the world
I gave myself to me
And think of what to be
Somewhere in Germany
In a moment of victory
I think about tragedy
And the end of the world
Somewhere in Germany
I think of what's dear to me
Of moments in Italy
And the end of the world
I gave myself to me
And think of what to be[...]