If u listen to what he's done - uæll disover that he's just not a good singer, but one of the greatest! Many has a good voice, but not everyone can make u feel the way he deos when he sings. That on top of the great voice is for me priceless. Damn special & unique!
When they came from the road, I had no strength to carry on And the ones that came with me were vanished and gone Run away, run away, high on desert plains Four and twenty days out on the trail I slipped out of the headlights and I kept out of sight And I slept in the dunes and I walked through the night I was picked up by a 4x4 and then a flatbed truck It was a very welcome stroke of luck I went to sleep inside a warehouse There were many more like me Laying low and working any odd job Saving money for the trip across the sea There's a place where the dunes block the view from the road And where no prying eye sees the ferryman load His ancient motor boat, his brimming cargo hold We packed together down there young and old There were no lights from the coastline When the old boat sprang a leak People clinging to the parapets As I jumped into the blackness of the sea When they pulled us from the ocean There was not a sound but for a woman crying We were sat out on the freezing deck Where some of us were rolling up and dying Rome, home to the undying Where the warm wind weeps See the young man in the station As he rocks himself to sleep
Oh, wow! I got chills down my spine all throughout the song... Amazing voice!
Masterpiece ❤️❤️❤️
😍😍💜💜 lovely as always
Σε λατρευω!!!!
yeah he is good singer
If u listen to what he's done - uæll disover that he's just not a good singer, but one of the greatest! Many has a good voice, but not everyone can make u feel the way he deos when he sings. That on top of the great voice is for me priceless. Damn special & unique!
When they came from the road, I had no strength to carry on
And the ones that came with me were vanished and gone
Run away, run away, high on desert plains
Four and twenty days out on the trail
I slipped out of the headlights and I kept out of sight
And I slept in the dunes and I walked through the night
I was picked up by a 4x4 and then a flatbed truck
It was a very welcome stroke of luck
I went to sleep inside a warehouse
There were many more like me
Laying low and working any odd job
Saving money for the trip across the sea
There's a place where the dunes block the view from the road
And where no prying eye sees the ferryman load
His ancient motor boat, his brimming cargo hold
We packed together down there young and old
There were no lights from the coastline
When the old boat sprang a leak
People clinging to the parapets
As I jumped into the blackness of the sea
When they pulled us from the ocean
There was not a sound but for a woman crying
We were sat out on the freezing deck
Where some of us were rolling up and dying
Rome, home to the undying
Where the warm wind weeps
See the young man in the station
As he rocks himself to sleep
Thanks Ludwig!
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