Petersburg, Liberty Theater, 1914 Songtext
von Swan Lake

If, when you call, she comes for you
If, when you call, she comes for you
Give your own words
If, when you call, she comes for you
If, when you call, she comes for you
Give your own words
We shot the wolves, now water overwhelms
And that′s for your boyfriend
Trapped us in the wastes, and the demons of hell Will avoid as our road bends
And the pity of poor men is the seed of our seed
Who had grown from the slack din
Done and blasted, done by the Archangel's flight
I hate your new boyfriend
We sow the songs, we sow the songs
We sow the songs, we sow the songs
Earth bears our wrong, but our fearless wrongs are long