Rhine-Bow Songtext
von Eberhard Schoener

The red vine nights above the Rhine
The clouds dripped of the drifting mist
It was just an image
And who over the ruins of his life
Pursued its fleeting fluttering significance
While he suffered its seemingless meaninglessness
And lived its seeming madness?


And who over the ruins of his life
Pursued its fleeting fluttering significance
While he suffered its seeming meaninglessness
And lived its seeming madness?
And who walked in secret in the last turn of the labyrinth
For revelation?

The golden trail was blazed and I was reminded
Of the eternal, of sheep and the stars
For a day I could breathe once more and live
And face existence
Without the need to suffer torment, fear or shame
Who read by night above the Rhine
The cloud script of the drifting mists
And who over the ruins of his life
Pursued its fleeting fluttering significance

While he suffered its seeming meaninglessness


And lived its seeming madness
And hoped in secret at the last turn
Of the labyrinth for revelation