Where are these days
When we believed
We had nothing to lose
We open old boxes
Take out our stories
A big, dusty pile of old paper
We listen to music from the past
Look at faded photos
Remember what once was

And again and again
It's the same songs
That feel
As if time would stand still

I go to my street
Walk to our store
See you all sitting there
Know that I'm right
In what heights and what depths
We were together
Three crosses, that we are still here

And again and again
It's the same songs
That feel
As if time would stand still
Because it never passes
This old fever
That always comes up
When we are together

We toast
With every glass
To all those who have passed

And again and again
It's the same songs
That feel
As if time would stand still
Because it never passes
This old fever
That always comes up
When we are together

Because it never passes
This old fever
That always comes
When we are together

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