Songtext von Ballad of the cloud

The the cloud Shall come A misty evening With the cafes swelling with smoke Little man sings into His glass of beer Of the most beautiful loss In front of him Suddenly Wind and sea A sinister breeze That the night shall come On the bridge that shines Under the moon A little more wine On the path of a sailor Who left the sea In the depths of time But here is the sun Old forgotten song That sells illusions Ballad for a cloud The tears of a clown The gentle wind will blow Stories still unknown Ballad of the cloud Mirage of a clown Old forgotten song That sells illusions Ballad for a cloud The tears of a clown