Not the End (Yet)

Not the End (Yet)

Thomas Brutscher

Text:
[Verse 1 – ruhig, fast flüsternd]
They say it every year,
A whisper dressed in flames.
Cold War, warm bombs,
Different faces, same old games.

Sirens cry in every age,
Headlines drip like gasoline.
But I'm still he…

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