The Nits - Lenin And The Wounded Angel lyrics
[The Nits - Lenin And The Wounded Angel lyrics]
I'm walking on the thin ice of the lake
It's almost spring it will melt and break
The holes are getting bigger
A déjà vu, a prophecy, a joke
The skyline with the factories
The black sky with the smoke
My brains inside a cap of fur
My thoughts are burning like a fire
It's important to bring electricity
To all the corners of the country
To fight disease and poverty
There's a hand on my shoulder
A hand on my head "How do you do?"
His face is red and blue "My name is Josef
Just for you"
I can hear your whispering voice again
But, I cannot speak your name
Tampere tampere
Home of the Holy Smoke the bricks and stones
My prison my home
Homesick home
I can hear your whispering voice again
But, I cannot speak your name
In the distance a snowy road
Two boys are carrying a precious load
An angel with a wounded wing
The younger boy is wearing a hat
The other a small brown jacket he's turning
Looking at me
I can see his worried eyes again
I can feel her hidden pain
Tampere tampere
Home of the Holy Smoke bricks and stones
My prison my homesick home
Tampere oh, Tampere
Drops of blood falling on the snow
Like cherries on a table cloth
In her hand she's holding a bunch of flowers
They bring her to the Blind Girls' School
Where the wooden rooms are always dark
In corridors with rippled tiles
Small shoes are whispering
It's almost spring it will melt and break
The holes are getting bigger
A déjà vu, a prophecy, a joke
The skyline with the factories
The black sky with the smoke
My brains inside a cap of fur
My thoughts are burning like a fire
It's important to bring electricity
To all the corners of the country
To fight disease and poverty
There's a hand on my shoulder
A hand on my head "How do you do?"
His face is red and blue "My name is Josef
Just for you"
I can hear your whispering voice again
But, I cannot speak your name
Tampere tampere
Home of the Holy Smoke the bricks and stones
My prison my home
Homesick home
I can hear your whispering voice again
But, I cannot speak your name
In the distance a snowy road
Two boys are carrying a precious load
An angel with a wounded wing
The younger boy is wearing a hat
The other a small brown jacket he's turning
Looking at me
I can see his worried eyes again
I can feel her hidden pain
Tampere tampere
Home of the Holy Smoke bricks and stones
My prison my homesick home
Tampere oh, Tampere
Drops of blood falling on the snow
Like cherries on a table cloth
In her hand she's holding a bunch of flowers
They bring her to the Blind Girls' School
Where the wooden rooms are always dark
In corridors with rippled tiles
Small shoes are whispering