I go to Doberan
To find some peace of mind
To drink good wine
In the summer time
It's the scent of peace
The love of kind
The human warmth
With no beastly underworld tank
It's a troubadour's dream
A poet's restlessness dissolution
A theatre company's fairytale
And a seaman's oyster
Yet the sea is calm
When the horses run for money
And the casino's in debt
To some gambler's miracle
I go to Doberan
To find some peace of mind
To drink good wine
In the summer time
I stay there with you
In the grand hotel
In heaven on earth
Besides the sand dunes
Yet there is trouble ahead
We feel the war-mongering allies
In this cold cold war
That has been warmed up
No rockets at sea
But across and in the buildings on the land
We walk some miles
And see them fly in our minds
The child on the cover watches in fear
Or dies without remorse
There's no humanity anymore
When power thirst's in play
It started in the old times
When weapons became a trade
Now it's another time
They kill with computers
Let's take some time out to forget
How things can enroll
And live by the sea
Instead of dying
© GdJ
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