Père Lachaise
Trenchcoat
Alles im Lot
     
 
    © Père Lachaise 2005

Hip Hip Hooray!

Musik: Père Lachaise
Text: Reinhard Rietzler

Small tiny holes
Puncture the darkness
A vanished mind
Causes echoes
Eternal night
Has got turbulences
The smell of fear
Is in my mind

A distant bell is tumbling through the
Foggy night
The ancient dust sets off into the
Moonlight
It´s causing thoughts and feelings
- Strange feelings
Forgotten moods are climbing into
Brains - into brains

Refr:
Hip Hip Hooray
We are marching to the bay
Where the battleships of lost souls
Are waiting

I look around
A sudden shiver
So many souls
Seem to be here
A perfect bunch

To make man screaming
Though life´s not real
For any of us

Old memories are creeping back
Into my mind
I feel the thunder, smell the smoke,
See cannon lights
I hear men screaming
Hopelessly screaming
The waste of lifes won´t stop it´s going
On – going on

Refr:
Hip Hip Hooray
We are marching to the bay
Where the battleships of lost souls
Are waiting
I can´t deny
I appreciate the time
When live was dashing restlessly
Through me

There was a time
I too was shouting
“ Let´s go to war
We will succeed!”
Now I can see
None of us warlords
Has ever seen
Reality.

  
© Père Lachaise 2004