Days Songtext
von Das Projekt der krummen Mauern

Daughters of time, the hypocritic days
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes
And marching single in an endless file
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands

Bread, kingdoms, stars
And sky that holds them all
Bread, kingdoms, stars
And sky that holds them all

Daughters of time, the hypocritic days
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes
And marching single in an endless file
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands


Bread, kingdoms, stars
And sky that holds them all
Bread, kingdoms, stars
And sky that holds them all

Hastily took a few herbs, herbs and apples
And the day turned and departed silently
I too late
I too late oh
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn
I too late
I too late oh
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn

Bread, kingdoms, stars
And sky that holds them all
Bread, kingdoms, stars
And sky that holds them all