Lithography

This is the place where the ships sail by
One by one
This is where my father will die

This is the place where my mother has cried
Lonely tears
Till father came home to an empty house
She found her way

She flew away, flew away

Our history´s black but the traces will fade
One by one
We will find new lovers, find new friends
And watch the river flow

Watch the river flow.

2017-07-05T15:25:52+00:00