Tankard - Echoes Of Fear текст песни

Burning buildings, the distant cries of pain.
Burning people, brutally and mercilessly killed.

I perched on his chair.
I have roasted beans
Scrambled eggs - eggs
A bit of bread or toast.

While I watch the news in the morning
As people in the fire roasted
I am trying to find his feet.
Crashed.
There has been a blast!
And I have to throw out the garbage.

The echo of a distant battle!
Echoes of fear.
The echo of a distant battle!
Another beer?
The echo of a distant battle!
Echo!
The echo of a distant battle!
Perhaps even more beer.

On the way to work
I see a well-dressed clerk
Someone had robbed.
Disgusting situation.
But I'm so busy, I'm in a hurry.

In the afternoon I go to lunch
And there's some commotion
Punks beat
Good old friend.
And I hasten to his taxi

The echo of a distant battle!
Echoes of fear.
The echo of a distant battle!
Another beer?
The echo of a distant battle!
Echo!
The echo of a distant battle!
Perhaps more beer.

Burning buildings, the distant cries of pain.
Burning people, brutally and mercilessly killed.

I embrace with my couch.
I gnaw some chips.
Teleshow
Somewhere in the mountain again
But what I do about it to where the world is heading!

And I go to bed
Last cigarette ...
Fire Brigade.
Was too late.
Neighbors were indecisive.