Ich sitze ganz alleine am Atlantik
Schau den Flugzeugträgern hinterher
In meiner linken halt ich eine Fahne
Und in meiner Rechten ein Gewehr
Ich bin der letzte Ritter
Gebt mir ein Schwert in die Hand
Ich spiele so gern mit der Zitter
Das Requiem fürs Abendland
Es zogen einst die Christen mit dem Schwerte
Es fielen einst die Bomben auf Berlin
Good Old Europe Is Dying!
Good Old Europe Is Dead!
Good Old Europe Is Dying!
Good Old Europe Is Dead!
Good Old Europe Is Dying!
Good Old Europe Is Dead!
Good Old Europe Is Dying!
Good Old Europe Is Dead!
Good Old Europe Is Dying!
Good Old Europe Is Dead!
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Good Old Europe Is Dying Lyrics English
I’m sitting on the Atlantic all alone
Look at the aircraft carrier
I hold a flag in my left
And a rifle in my right
I am the last knight
Give me a sword in my hand
I love to play with the tremor
The Requiem for the West
The Christians once pulled with the sword
The bombs once fell on Berlin
Good Old Europe is dying!
Good Old Europe is Dead!
Good Old Europe is dying!
Good Old Europe is Dead!
Good Old Europe is dying!
Good Old Europe is Dead!
Good Old Europe is dying!
Good Old Europe is Dead!
Good Old Europe is dying!
Good Old Europe is Dead!
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Alf Poier Lyrics – Good Old Europe Is Dying
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