Such night in black satin And hard days in tight suits Handling a golden whiskey Feeling the end of our roots A smell of lost perfumes Like Paris, like Rome At Lago di Garda Feeling at home Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light I welcome each glorious ray Silence seems golden where eyes shining bright Well, I'm not of this world and not of today Überirdisch Europäisch Transzendent Okzidental Gloomy white sundays Of burning white gold Alchemic processes From the myths we've been told A poem of Lord Byron And some tunes from The Clash And such a calm before the next Wall Street crash Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light I welcome each glorious ray Silence seems golden where eyes shining bright Well, I'm not of this world and not of today Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light I welcome each glorious ray Silence seems golden where eyes shining bright Well, I'm not of this world and not of today Gloomy white sunday of heavenly light Well, I'm not of this world and not of today Out of the darkness The blue of the night From out of the blue Deep into the light Golden reflections Our force in belief And such a beautiful longing For the places we leave Unser Weg nach Europa Mühsam und weit Führt nicht über Brüssel Wir haben Zeit Die Sonne im Herzen Ziehen wir uns're Bahn Die Verlierer von morgen Schlagen heute Alarm