Oskar Beck
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โฑ๏ธ 5:43 duration
๐ ID: 15542978
๐ Lyrics
To this day the only thing I know of you is your journey from Bremen to Stuttgart
And your trunk, made in Buenos Aires, your trunk travelled with you
And your trunk, made in Buenos Aires, your trunk travelled with you
Trunk no. 3 with (what can I say?) clothes, shoes, books maybe?
And old photos, to remind you of home? I don't know you, I don't know your way
And old photos, to remind you of home? I don't know you, I don't know your way
Was your journey by boat or was it by train, there were reasons to leave and begin again
We are, we live, we move, we stay and what's ahead is hard to say
We are, we live, we move, we stay and what's ahead is hard to say
And the trunk of Buenos Aires
Labelled no. 3
Carried his things, carries my things
And with it, history
And the trunk of Buenos Aires
Labelled no. 3
Carried his things, carries my things
And your trunk, made in Buenos Aires, your trunk travelled with you
And your trunk, made in Buenos Aires, your trunk travelled with you
Trunk no. 3 with (what can I say?) clothes, shoes, books maybe?
And old photos, to remind you of home? I don't know you, I don't know your way
And old photos, to remind you of home? I don't know you, I don't know your way
Was your journey by boat or was it by train, there were reasons to leave and begin again
We are, we live, we move, we stay and what's ahead is hard to say
We are, we live, we move, we stay and what's ahead is hard to say
And the trunk of Buenos Aires
Labelled no. 3
Carried his things, carries my things
And with it, history
And the trunk of Buenos Aires
Labelled no. 3
Carried his things, carries my things