Pigeons Songtext

von Waltari

When the thousand white wing pigeons spread their wings and raise to the brave rise towards the cloudless sky,
My faith for this lousy life starts to flame again
Pain seems to be so far away
Sane I will be drowned by the pure feelings, beatings
Hurtings seemed to be just history
I believe in life

The old paintings, faintings, the heat of makings makes me feel safe about the ratings
The smell of old knowledge stops all my senses
The wave doesn't call me, I'm a bit too far away

  Chorus:
I've never seen the warmth you have in your hand
I've never seen the warmth you have in your hand

 

The crickets seem to like no tourists
Those purists of an intellectual way
Flying around, running the day, make my day
What would you say if your corners would be full of drunken grey faces
Taste of "grace" (..and red wine)
Everywhere you go with your workful flow
Now go, serve those servants, feed their holiday

(..so this is the productive day!)

We pigeons will be fed by them who lead this way to its colourful fade
Let the blooming flowers sway
And drunken the ones who just lay..around
With no bound to create an important sound of this tasty muddy red ground
Let me fly and see how  the crowd comes and goes,
In and out, when we just fly around

  Chorus:
I've never seen the warmth you have in your hand
I've never seem to care I wasn't t there
Madness is spreading in minds
I'm out of these human kinds
I've never seen the warmth you have in your hand

At the times of Phoenicia
When Zeus stole his daughter Europa
Into the euphoria of Divida Comedia like a lalalatina land...
I'm your user, man , you're me user, girl
Can't you see, that's the only way to understand this purity of your open mind
A judge of any sign, while the pigeons fly so high..

  Chorus:
I've never seen the warmth you have in your hand
I've never seem to care I wasn't t there
When I'm away from you
I know there's nothing to do
I've never seen the warmth you have in your hand