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[FONT="]Der folgende Text ist ein einer Zeit entstanden, als ich sehr viel Dire Straits gehört habe und die Vertonung die mir dazu im Kopf rumgeistert ist demnach stark von den Dire Straits geprägt. Geht so ein bischen in Richtung "Lions", was mir vorschwebt.
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[FONT="]Gruß, Vidar[/FONT]
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[FONT="]Some boys are dying soon.[/FONT]
[FONT="]on this cold and windy afternoon.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Lying down, face in the sand.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Dying dirty on foreign land.[/FONT]
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[FONT="]Machine gun keeps playing on[/FONT]
[FONT="]Just the same, sad old song.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Some boys fall, fall to the ground[/FONT]
[FONT="]To this drumming, pushing sound.[/FONT]
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[FONT="]Diesel engines roaring loud[/FONT]
[FONT="]the beach is dusty, one big black cloud.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Voices echo from far away[/FONT]
[FONT="]All want to leave, but have to stay[/FONT]
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[FONT="]The other side feels the same[/FONT]
[FONT="]In this poor and ugly game[/FONT]
[FONT="]Shoot to live, kill to breathe on[/FONT]
[FONT="]Buddies dying, friends are gone.[/FONT]
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[FONT="]For Christ's sake, what could they do?[/FONT]
[FONT="]Shoot back in anger, too.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Killing others, instead to be shot.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Hoping for mercy, praying to God.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Diesel engines still roaring loud[/FONT]
[FONT="]General's talking, speaking proud.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Drums the beat for marching men[/FONT]
[FONT="]All want to leave but no-one can.[/FONT]
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[FONT="]Gruß, Vidar[/FONT]
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[/FONT]
[FONT="]Some boys are dying soon.[/FONT]
[FONT="]on this cold and windy afternoon.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Lying down, face in the sand.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Dying dirty on foreign land.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Machine gun keeps playing on[/FONT]
[FONT="]Just the same, sad old song.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Some boys fall, fall to the ground[/FONT]
[FONT="]To this drumming, pushing sound.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Diesel engines roaring loud[/FONT]
[FONT="]the beach is dusty, one big black cloud.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Voices echo from far away[/FONT]
[FONT="]All want to leave, but have to stay[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]The other side feels the same[/FONT]
[FONT="]In this poor and ugly game[/FONT]
[FONT="]Shoot to live, kill to breathe on[/FONT]
[FONT="]Buddies dying, friends are gone.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]For Christ's sake, what could they do?[/FONT]
[FONT="]Shoot back in anger, too.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Killing others, instead to be shot.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Hoping for mercy, praying to God.[/FONT]
[FONT="] [/FONT]
[FONT="]Diesel engines still roaring loud[/FONT]
[FONT="]General's talking, speaking proud.[/FONT]
[FONT="]Drums the beat for marching men[/FONT]
[FONT="]All want to leave but no-one can.[/FONT]
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