Текст песни Von Thronstahl - Gloomy White Sunday

Gloomy White Sunday

Such night in black satin
And hard days in tight suits
Handling a golden whiskey
Feeling the end of our roots

A smell of lost perfumes
Like Paris, like Rome
At Lago di Garda
Feeling at home

Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light
I welcome each glorious ray
Silence seems golden where eyes shining bright
Well, I'm not of this world and not of today

Ьberirdisch
Europдisch
Transzendent
Okzidental

Gloomy white sundays
Of burning white gold
Alchemic processes
From the myths we've been told

A poem of Lord Byron
And some tunes from The Clash
And such a calm before the next
Wall Street crash

Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light
I welcome each glorious ray
Silence seems golden where eyes shining bright
Well, I'm not of this world and not of today

Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light
I welcome each glorious ray
Silence seems golden where eyes shining bright
Well, I'm not of this world and not of today

Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light
Well, I'm not of this world and not of today

Out of the darkness
The blue of the night
From out of the blue
Deep into the light

Golden reflections
Our force in belief
And such a beautiful longing
For the places we leave

Unser Weg nach Europa
Mьhsam und weit
Fьhrt nicht ьber Brьssel
Wir haben Zeit

Die Sonne im Herzen
Ziehen wir uns're Bahn
Die Verlierer von morgen
Schlagen heute Alarm