Those Were The Days Lyrics by Alphaville
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There is a landscape in my head
I sometimes travel
But this is strictly after dark
Beyond the barricades and trenches
There stands the factory
Hand me the costum of the sad acrobat
And he says:
Son, this is the bread I break for you
But do not touch it
And he says:
Son, this is the wine I pour for you
But do not drink it
Dein aschenes haar, sulamith

And he says:
Son, this is the bread I break for you
Son, this is the wine I pour for you
But do not drink it, don't drink at all..

There is a stranger on the shore
I sometimes travel
But this is strictly in my dreams
He feeds the seagulls in the winds with ashes
And as he speaks he's got my father's voice
And he says:
Son, here is some bread I broke for you
Son, here is some wine..

Those were the days, my friend
Dein aschenes haar, sulamith
Der tod ist ein meister aus deutschland
There is a landscape in my head   I sometimes travel   But this is strictly after dark   Beyond the barricades and trenches   There stands the factory   Hand me the costum of the sad acrobat   And he says:   Son, this is the bread I break for you   But do not touch it   And he says:   Son, this is the wine I pour for you   But do not drink it   Dein aschenes haar, sulamith      And he says:   Son, this is the bread I break for you   Son, this is the wine I pour for you   But do not drink it, don't drink at all..      There is a stranger on the shore   I sometimes travel   But this is strictly in my dreams   He feeds the seagulls in the winds with ashes   And as he speaks he's got my father's voice   And he says:   Son, here is some bread I broke for you   Son, here is some wine..      Those were the days, my friend   Dein aschenes haar, sulamith   Der tod ist ein meister aus deutschland