Memories that remain with me
What do I have left of my memories of the east
A smile, a gesture
A tear on my jacket
What do I have left- it of my memories of the east
A perfume of childhood
A sorrow that dances
A photo of my mother
And popular fairs
A soldier passing by
On ribenstrasse
And this way of being rebellious and proud
The evening tram
The foggy Sundays
And somewhere in my head
The music of the majorettes
A frozen winter
On Ribenstrasse
This way of singing to you
Perhaps
A smile, a gesture
A song that protests
What do I have left of my memories of the east

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