歌词
[Verse 1]
In a small German town, where the river flows,
Lies a boy with dreams, in the shadow of those
Who speak of glory, of a nation reborn,
With a flag that waves, in the light of the morn'.
[Pre-Chorus]
His eyes filled with wonder, his heart pure and true,
As he listens to tales, of what he must do.
But innocence blinds him, to the truth untold,
In a world where the darkness takes hold.
[Chorus]
Oh, young soul, now wise and free,
Breaking chains of history.
In the echo of battles lost,
He sees, his innocence's cost.
[Verse 2]
As the years pass by, and the truth starts to show,
The boy becomes a man, and begins to know
The horrors of war, the pain and the strife,
In the name of the leader, who once ruled his life.
[Pre-Chorus]
With each passing day, he questions his fate,
As he marches to war, with a heavy weight.
The poster of his hero, now tainted and torn,
As he faces the truth, of the world he was born.
[Chorus]
Oh, young soul, now wise and free,
Breaking chains of history.
In the echo of battles lost,
He sees, his innocence's cost.
[Bridge]
And when the fighting's done, and the smoke clears away,
He returns to his home, where the children play.
But the house that he knew, is now nothing but dust,
And a faded white s
[Chorus]
Oh, young soul, now wise and free,
Breaking chains of history.
In the echo of battles lost,
He sees, his innocence's cost.
[break]
[Bridge]
And when the fighting's done, and the smoke clears away,
He returns to his home, where the children play.
But the house that he knew, is now nothing but dust,
And a faded white space, where the poster once thrust.
[Chorus]
Oh, young soul, now wise and free,
Breaking chains of history.
In the echo of battles lost,
He sees, his innocence's cost.
[instrumental break]
[Outro]
Oh, young soul, now wise and free,
Breaking chains of history.
In the echo of battles lost,
He stands, with illusions brought to naught.
[fade to end]
[instrumental guitar break]
[Chorus]
Oh, young soul, now wise and free,
Breaking chains of history.
In the echo of battles lost,
He sees, his innocence's cost.
[instrumental break]
[Outro]
Oh, young soul, now wise and free,
Breaking chains of history.
In the echo of battles lost,
He stands, with illusions brought to naught.
[fade to end]
