Gloomy White Sunday (Version)

Such night in black satin
 And hard days in tight suits
 Handling a golden whiskey
 Feeling the end of our roots
 A smell of lost perfumes
 Like Paris, like Rome
 At Lago di Garda
 Feeling at home
 Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light
 I welcome each glorious ray
 Silence seems golden where eyes shining bright
 Well, I'm not of this world and not of today
 Überirdisch
 Europäisch
 Transzendent
 Okzidental
 Gloomy white sundays
 Of burning white gold
 Alchemic processes
 From the myths we've been told
 A 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 welcome 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 welcome 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
 Mühsam und weit
 Führt nicht über Brüssel
 Wir haben Zeit
 Die Sonne im Herzen
 Ziehen wir uns're Bahn
 Die Verlierer von morgen
 Schlagen heute Alarm