So you all went up the Mountain
battling the wars of others
in a World that proclaims
internationalism
as a solution
for their emptiness
It´s like striking a match in the darkness
to see where you are
only to find yourself in the wrong tunnel
And it´s nothing for you there
´cause all your words go through rooms of strong light
and I remember every word:
I´m a Well Trained Man in the Military, My Sweetheart
Nothing can stop me now
But I never wished for a Gardener
in an earthly Paradise
I only want to be a Flower
in my faraway place
For the night was made for loving
and the day return too soon
and you all went up the Mountain
by the light of the Moon