Transylvanian Dances (2021 Version)

Kindness of the lazy river

sold off to the highest bidder

Read the signs with tender shivers

the sky will be your only mirror

With the same old rules for the new game

The time-span is shrinking

ohhh, it’s getting late

.... it’s getting late

Can we stop anything anymore at all

We were part of the rise

and now we are, we are part of the fall

Oh oh oh,

turn the wind,

turn the wind,

turn the wind,

turn the wind

Whoa,

turn the wind,

turn the wind,

turn the wind,

Now, young rebels shall rule the world

To steer us away from what we have burned

As a refugee I came to Germany

To be free to disagree

I saw the beauty of roses dropped in pain

And was kissed by muses to add music to our life again

So, dreamers, shakers, searchers, shamers

We should turn the wind before we turn the sail

Oh oh oh,

turn the wind,

turn the wind,

turn the wind,

turn the wind

Whoa,

turn the wind,

turn the wind,

turn the wind,

Oh oh oh,

turn the wind,

turn the wind,

turn the wind,

turn the wind

Whoa,

turn the wind,

turn the wind,

turn the wind,

I hear the sound trees waving in the wind

Makes me wanna breath it in and laugh it all out

The juice of my song is dripping down my chin

Makes me wanna hold it in and drink it all at once

I'll never forget my first revolution

It’s like a wake-up call

a hard-learned lesson 'bout fission and fusion

back to the future or we'll miss it all

a lonesome writer with burned-out fighters

in his screenplay full oflies

the loads get lighter and the world feels wider

if you leave all your baggage behind

I got a letter for the kids fighting out on the fronts

life is a very strange song we can only play once

and we are

old rebels with a new dream

new rebels with an old dream

young rebels with their own dreams

it goes on and on and on

(we are)

old rebels with a new dream

young rebels with their own dreams

singin' that same old song again

once again

well I might feel sorry but I won't ask (for) forgiveness

for the battles to be fought

destiny will forgive me, we're not fighting in vain

with blind faith in the sun and the rain

I see the children in the woods and the streets

see the flags and see the fists

I see myself running through the smoke and the heat

see the chances that I missed

now here's a letter to the kids fighting out on the front

life is a very strange song we can only play once

and we are

old rebels with a new dream

new rebels with an old dream

young rebels with their own dreams

it goes on and on and on

(we are)

old rebels with a new dream

young rebels with their own dreams

singin' that same old song again

once again

now here's a letter to the kids fighting out on the front

One truth to change the rules

On a hunt we don’t want

and we are

old rebels with a new dream

new rebels with an old dream

young rebels with their own dreams

it goes on and on and on

(we are)

old rebels with a new dream

young rebels with their own dreams

singin' that same old song again

once again

Cold winds were blowing songs of bittersweet

My Son, I won´t drive with you, to the dead-end street

Cold winds were blowing songs of bittersweet

My Son, I won´t drive with you, to the dead-end street