The Peacock - Beirut

There’s an answer for I’m cold again

Back in the sand just like those soldier men

And even once I fell down in the narrow lanes

On the ground I lay

And I would say

Infernal heat can’t take the sound in here

Shake the trees see what falls out of them

In a city where nobody hears

A birds call fine fine winter’s here again

Calls and sings berlin, berlin

Among the camp we’re done with him

We’d shoot him down

But then but then

Where should I begin, begin

He’s the only one who knows the words