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Hier dann mal ein Mitschnitt aus dem Proberaum
Mitwirkende:
Michael I. - Voc./ B
Michal D. - Piano/Org.
Stephan P. - Dr.
Roland G. - Git.
Aufgenommen mit Zoom 8-Spur Recorder/ Direktrecording (keine Schnitte etc.)
Mitwirkende:
Michael I. - Voc./ B
Michal D. - Piano/Org.
Stephan P. - Dr.
Roland G. - Git.
Aufgenommen mit Zoom 8-Spur Recorder/ Direktrecording (keine Schnitte etc.)
Call of Freedom
Walking all the day
through a land, that was destroyed
by armored Forces, religious Wars
Greed for Power and for Money
Hear the Sirens all the day
Schooting Guns are on the Streets
Fear and Anxiety in the Houses
Call of Freedom in their Breasts
Longing Glances to the Sky
Hoping every day for Freedom
Man People asking ...why?
Knowing `bout Problems and Needs
see the Faces of the Women
see their Suffering over Years
Destroyed Houses on my way
Bombed out Cars and Blood on Streets
shows Hatred and Violence of past Times
Call of Freedom in their Breasts
Longing Glances to the Sky
Hoping every day for Freedom
Many People asking ...why?
Remembering earlier days before
saw the Fights between all Brothers
I don¥t know, what they quarreled
See the Misery of Dead
weeping Mothers helpless stand
silent they endure their fate
Call of Freedom in their Breasts
Longing Glances to the Sky
Hoping every day for Freedom
Many People asking ...why?
Walking all the day
through a land, that was destroyed
by armored Forces, religious Wars
Greed for Power and for Money
Hear the Sirens all the day
Schooting Guns are on the Streets
Fear and Anxiety in the Houses
Call of Freedom in their Breasts
Longing Glances to the Sky
Hoping every day for Freedom
Man People asking ...why?
Knowing `bout Problems and Needs
see the Faces of the Women
see their Suffering over Years
Destroyed Houses on my way
Bombed out Cars and Blood on Streets
shows Hatred and Violence of past Times
Call of Freedom in their Breasts
Longing Glances to the Sky
Hoping every day for Freedom
Many People asking ...why?
Remembering earlier days before
saw the Fights between all Brothers
I don¥t know, what they quarreled
See the Misery of Dead
weeping Mothers helpless stand
silent they endure their fate
Call of Freedom in their Breasts
Longing Glances to the Sky
Hoping every day for Freedom
Many People asking ...why?
