”But you’ll never see,
Living on the edge, is more than we can find,
Living high, is an ideal of mind,
I learn to breathe in a country that isn’t mine,
And change is coming my way.
So I’ve found
No promised land
But i will try
To make it mine
So I’ll go on, for the rest of my life,
I wish I could give you all that love back,
And if you hear this song someday you’ll know,
That I’ll be right there, on the Platz.”
Vill vara vacker som en gud.
Vill kunna spela piano likadant.
Vill också ha en hårt slående trummis vid min sida.
Vill vara där i Berlin.
Vill vara Beranger Grás.