Gloomy White Sunday 

Such night in black satin 
And hard days in tight suits 
Handling a golden whiskey 
Feeling the end of our roots 

smell of lost perfumes 
Like Paris, like Rome 
At Lago di Garda 
Feeling at home 

Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light 
I [bad word] each glorious ray 
Silence seems golden where eyes shining bright 
Well, I'm not of this world and not of today 

Ьberirdisch 
Europдisch 
Transzendent 
Okzidental 

Gloomy white sundays 
Of burning white gold 
Alchemic processes 
From the myths we've been told 

poem of Lord Byron 
And some tunes from The Clash 
And such a calm before the next 
Wall Street crash 

Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light 
I [bad word] each glorious ray 
Silence seems golden where eyes shining bright 
Well, I'm not of this world and not of today 

Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light 
I [bad word] each glorious ray 
Silence seems golden where eyes shining bright 
Well, I'm not of this world and not of today 

Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light 
Well, I'm not of this world and not of today 

Out of the darkness 
The blue of the night 
From out of the blue 
Deep into the light 

Golden reflections 
Our force in belief 
And such a beautiful longing 
For the places we leave 

Unser Weg nach Europa 
Mьhsam und weit 
Fьhrt nicht ьber Brьssel 
Wir haben Zeit 

Die Sonne im Herzen 
Ziehen wir uns're Bahn 
Die Verlierer von morgen 
Schlagen heute Alarm