- Votes:
- Composers:
- Charles Strouse
- Lee Adams
 
- See also:
Alphaville - Those Were The Days lyrics
There is a landscape in my head
 I sometimes travel
 But this is strictly after dark
 Beyond the barricades and trenches
 There stands the factory
 Hand me the costum of the sad acrobat
 And he says:
 Son, this is the bread I break for you
 But do not touch it
 And he says:
 Son, this is the wine I pour for you
 But do not drink it
 Dein aschenes haar, sulamith
 And he says:
 Son, this is the bread I break for youAlphaville - Those Were The Days - http://motolyrics.com/alphaville/those-were-the-days-lyrics.html
 Son, this is the wine I pour for you
But do not drink it, don't drink at all..
 There is a stranger on the shore
 I sometimes travel
 But this is strictly in my dreams
 He feeds the seagulls in the winds with ashes
 And as he speaks he's got my father's voice
 And he says:
 Son, here is some bread I broke for you
 Son, here is some wine..
 Those were the days, my friend
 Dein aschenes haar, sulamith
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