BOY ACOSHA
SLAINTE
(Julian Hoffmann, Manfred Hoffmann)
The night comes down in her veil of black
And takes me by the hand
And in my dreams I did come back
To my lonely native land

Hide, hide
You sould stay
And try to forget your past
Hide, hide
Times could be better
And warriours stronger than you
They could be stronger

The land of dreams
In the ocean of hope
We'll destroy

Hide, hide
Don't believe things
That people told you don't know
Hide, hide
Times could better
And warriours faster than you

Hello here we come


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