Ginger
(Michael Schwalm & Antje Schulz)
A nervous evening settles
Down calling a wind that
Deprives all the dust and all
The soil away from my soul a
Thousand sprites dance in my head don't understand a word they call only you can make
Them fall asleep wherever you are a taste like ginger in the air, here, where gold was
Mined drenched by tainted
Games we used to play a taste
Like ginger in the air,
Where gold was mined drenched by tainted games we used to
Play to kill the
Sadness...pictures rising from the past calling the wind that deprives all the dust and all the soil and
Make me want to smile i grab
The pillow at my side your voice is in the air i can't
Feel an ending treasures scattered everywhere a taste
Like ginger in the air,
Here, where gold was mined
Drenched by tainted games we
Used to play a taste like ginger in the air, where gold was mined drenched by tainted
Games we used to playto kill
The sadness...
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