Son, I've got to tell you what I've seen
About the darkest covens that I've been
In the end it will all be fine
Because my heart was old
And wise that night

To the Berlin, son
In front of the walls
Still the same that we saw
Hundred years before
Faces of children and
I've got to run because my hunters were just
Behind me, son

Shine, shine mighty nightingales
Who love to sing in the dark
Hoping they'll not find my past
Shine, shine mighty nightingales
'Cause the other birds forget
How to sing

I'm fleeing above the rooftops
Fleeing above the rooftops
Your faith is slipping from my hands
From my hands
From my hands

And the nightingales, they cover my back, son
The nightingales, they cover my back, son
The nightingales, they cover my back, back, son
And the nightingales, they cover my back, son
The nightingales, they cover my back
The nightingales, the nightingales, the nightingales

Shine, shine mighty nightingales
Who love to sing in the dark
Hoping they'll not find my past
Shine, shine mighty nightingales
'Cause the other birds forget
How to sing in the dark
Shine, shine mighty nightingales
'Cause the other birds forget
How to sing in–