Broken Cloud Songtext
von Babe Ruth

Face in the sun
Like broken cloud from mornings gone
Squinting eyes in the desert waste
Shouts his calls, it′s no disgrace

Broken cloud, standing high
Sees the sun and gives out his cry

Light in his hair
Mighty like a spear in hardened air
Gazing over yonder plains
Stalks the prey with his fingertips


Broken cloud, standing high
Sees the sun and gives out his cry

Sky, bare his chest
Feathers surround his neck
Quick and low, ready for flight
But the war is far gone

He may laugh at all the worded storms
Friendly with the sun that gives him warmth
Alone but free, he's a memory
Past is the pride that′s his company

Broken cloud, standing high
Sees the sun and gives out his cry