Der Ort wo sein Herz liegt Lyrics

He cherishes his poverty
for he knows his spirit is rich
Burdened by years
With the anchor's rope in a tight grip
The will doesn't know the defeat
The sea breeze...
Rivers flowing through the cracks of his skin
A siren's song... a lure bitten... the hook runs deep

All the things that could have been
All his dreams that should have been
Now drifting away
Gone from his mind but still in his heart
At sea the memories are currency
exchanging the past for the sun's touch of the previous day

At night the forgotten is evoked
It emerges from the deep sea fog like a terrible ship

The nightmare's sweat is cold
but the eyes are thankful when they meet the shelter of the hut
For many nights they have only met the sky
with the moon as the only witness

An old man sailing and the sea breeze... a siren's song for his wounds ease
The lure is bitten and the hook runs deep