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Kunze Heinz Rudolf
Glasses
The Old Man
A village in southern France
a watchtower in Poland
every night I wake up
and we go to get them< br/>What is fair and right
victory decides
you giggling children
will war be declared on me?
The old gentleman drinks to the course of events
to everyone because the rotten peace falls
the old gentleman never sits at the open window
listens to folk music and hates the rest of the world
Seeing the white in the eye
of the enemy
means nothing than standing patiently
in front of the mirror
What is good and what is bad
You know it exactly
You are in too much of a hurry for me
Too holy and clever
The one The old gentleman still receives many letters forwarded by post from Paraguay
from Argentina, Chile and Brazil
and recently from his own country
No sand and no snowstorm
no sky no sea
covers my tracks
they lead here
Text: Kunze
Music: Kunze