Music : 澤野弘之
Chairs so close a room so small
You and I talk all the night long
Meager this space but serve us all well
We comrade have stories to tell
And It's always like that in the evening time
We drink and we sing when our fighting is done
And It's always so we live under the burnt clouds
Ease our burden long is the night
Dust and smoke stars can't be seen
We all starve for a moonbeam on our town
We must gather as one
Sing with hope and our fear will be gone
Die Stühle liegen sehr eng
You and I talk all the night long
Dieser niedrige raum ist nicht schlecht.
We comrade have stories to tell
So ist es immer that in the evening time
We drink and we sing when our fighting is done
So ist es immer we live under the burnt clouds
Ease our burden long is the night
Dust and smoke stars can't be seen
We all starve for a moonbeam on our town
We must gather as one
Sing with hope and our fear will be gone
So ist es immer that in the evening time
We drink and we sing when our fighting is done
So ist es immer we live under the burnt clouds
Ease our burden long is the night
Dust and smoke stars can't be seen
We all starve for a moonbeam on our town
We must gather as one
Sing with hope and our fear will be gone