Ghosts of the past

The eagle spreads his old wings
he tries to rise again
50 years have passed, not many people care
but his mind is still the same
I swear to god that I will fight
with my tongue against your gun
until you fall into the sea like Icarus
who was killed by the sun

we hope the ghosts of our past
will never return
and freedom will last,
let the blackshirts burn

like an old lady in a mirror
you try to forget your past
and all the crimes that go along with it
but you are still part of the cast
the wall is down between east and west
all the bricks are sold
and if I see your picture on a map
I remember and I feel sick

we hope the ghosts of our past
will never return
and freedom will last,
let the blackshirts burn

since the reunification of Germany in 1989
the number of people to die at the hands of
right wing extrems has officially more than doubled
unofficially we will never know
our police force issued a statement declearing
the biggest threat to law and order and
the well being to the people of this country
comes from the left wing
I hope it's all just a bad dream

It's hope enough???

we hope the ghosts of our past...