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Good Old Europe Is Dying
Alf Poier
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[Songtext zu „Good Old Europe Is Dying“]
[Strophe 1]
Ich sitze ganz alleine am Atlantik
Schau den Flugzeugträgern hinterher
In meiner linken halt ich eine Fahne
Und in meiner Rechten ein Gewehr
Ich bin der letzte Ritter
Gebt mir ein Schwert in die Hand
Ich spiele so gern mit der Zitter
Das Requiem fürs Abendland
[Pre-Refrain]
Es zogen einst die Christen mit dem Schwerte
Es fielen einst die Bomben auf Berlin
[Refrain]
Good Old Europe Is Dying!
Good Old Europe Is Dead!
Good Old Europe Is Dying!
Good Old Europe Is Dead!
Good Old Europe Is Dying!
Good Old Europe Is Dead!
Good Old Europe Is Dying!
Good Old Europe Is Dead!
Good Old Europe Is Dying!
Good Old Europe Is Dead!
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