Wildbirds & Peacedrums So Soft So Pink
So soft pink the sky was
He had his hand in my knee
This evening nothing could fall down
On me and him
We did everything so slow
On the radio a choir was singing
Prayers and hope
And now was the time
The gentle snow was slowly dying on the ground
We dig deep in the soil and in the smell of the earth
White world I wonder about you
You increase like I do
Devoted I am
A soon grown-up woman
With a young-blooded man
And many colours within
And many colours within
And many colours within
And many colours within
So let us not talk about the past
The descending voices when we dare
To fall in each others arms
There is nothing to say about history
