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Schiggabei

Jun 1997 Flying Stone

Chorus
Heia heia, heia heia, heia, heia, schiggabei
Heia heia, heia heia, heia, heia, schiggabei

1
Your sister dead, your mother gone
now you are alone
You speak, nobody understands
only your lake at night.

2
You know so much about a man
that’s why you are afraid
But worse is always loneliness
and so you fight your fear

3
We need your heart, we need your eyes
to see behind the walls
We need your ears, your asking lips
to re-discover roots.

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