Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wilde Lager, artist - Rome. Album song Confessions d'un voleur d'âmes, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 24.02.2011
Record label: Trisol
Song language: English
Wilde Lager |
| We’re clubbing traitors in green summer fields |
| Reality is changing colour |
| All the nation’s sad sweetness |
| Is flowing from their eyes |
| And kneaded into time |
| The sun in our eyes and the rain on our boots |
| As black as our gift to the world |
| In this warm bath of black blood |
| We would give our skin for a beautiful drum |
| We’re chasing traitors through green summer fields |
| All the way back across the waters |
| And we would do just about anything |
| Just to translate this void into substance |
| Wanting to daub time over |
| With thick colours |
| In this sultry heat |
| This stifling fever heat |
| We are tender young gods |
| Love and despair locked in an embrace |
| Two wilted flowers black and green |
| Love and despair locked in an embrace |
| Truth changed its smell as it aged |
| In the sweat of the august days |
| In the summer of surrender |