the
beggars death (Aerne / Wenger)
Mind those days, bells are ringing, be quiet instead
thinking just a moment of a beggar's death
He's lying in a coffin on it's way to the fire
It's atomising everything that he has ever been
But do we know the way he came?
Have we ever seen his soul?
shall we discover?...
what we ought to know
Nobody knows the trouble he's seen
Nobody knows but he
Nobody knows the trouble he's been in
Nobody else but he...but he
His clothes were of shabby kind
the coffin was cheap
the people were not many
assume he was a creep?
You're wrong my friend, 'cause
He was a part of those supposed to lead
he ruled this country's destiny
famous were his deeds
but then occurred the misery
it took away his wealth and pride
by all his faithful friends he was deceived
Nobody knows the trouble he's seen
Nobody knows but he
Nobody knows the trouble he's been in
Nobody else but we...but we
Nobody knows the trouble he's seen
Nobody knows but he
Nobody knows the trouble he's been in
Nobody else but we...but we
Nobody else but we
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