Ginger

Chandeen

Compositor: Antje Schulz / Harald Löwry / Michael Schwalm / Oliver Henkel

A nervous evening settles down
Calling a wind that deprives
All the dust and all the soil
Away from my soul
A thousand sprites dance in my head
Don't understand a word they call
Only you can make them fall asleep wherever you are

A taste like ginger in the air,
here, where gold was mined
Drenched by tainted games we used to play
A taste like ginger in the air,
Where gold was mined
Drenched by tainted games we used to play
to kill the sadness...

Pictures rising from the past
Calling the wind that deprives
All the dust and all the soil
and make me want to smile
I grab the pillow at my side
Your voice is in the air
I can't feel an ending treasures scattered everywhere

A taste like ginger in the air,
Here, where gold was mined
Drenched by tainted games we used to play
A taste like ginger in the air,
Where gold was mined drenched by tainted
Games we used to play to kill the sadness
to kill the sadness...