The Peacock
de Beirut
There's an answer for I'm called again
Back in the sand
Just like those soldier-men
And even once
I fell down in the narrow lanes
On the ground I laid
And I would say
Infernal heat can't take the sound in here
Shake the trees, see what falls out of there
In a city where nobody hears
A bird call find, find winter's here again
Calls and sings "Berlin, Berlin"
Among the camp, we're done with him
We'd shoot him down, but then, but then
Where should I begin, begin?
He's the only one who knows the words
And he's the only one who knows the words
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