Sult Songtext
von Das Schloss

I saw a cripple begging on an empty street
I saw the orphans with martyr′s eyes
When I was looking for some shelter on my knees
In dirt and hunger endly felt the paradise

I saw her face
I saw her face upstairs in the rays of morning light
She spelled my name
Am I the preacher or am I the sacrifice

These gutters feel for me already like a home
You wouldn't see them from a ferris wheel
Those boarded windows, rats and people on the floor
Do you like this hidden paradise? I′m sure you will


We're all to blame
We're all to blame, wait for the knocking on you door
I′m still the same
I saw her face one time again in heat of war

Oh ashes oh ashes
Oh blood running blood
Oh tell me the story of this neighbourhood
The weakness and woe
Oh ashes oh ashes
Oh blood running blood
Oh tell me the story of this neighbourhood
The weakness and woe

We′re all to blame
We're all to blame, wait for the knocking on your door
I′m still the same. The same
I saw her face one time again in heat of war