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"BLACK BIKER"
The Flowers Of Romance

We've run out of vodka, the music has stopped
I'm wand'ring alone, there's no sound
The storm wraps itself over houses that sleep
The waves chase each other around

The clouds are still dancing with shimmering stars
They look down on blusterous sea
I'm standing as rock, as a heavenly throne
An emperor honest and free

I'm lost on the streets, I don't know where to go
I'm knocking on doors after doors
I am a black biker, I needn't be cursed
Who'll hide me away from the storm?

See, up on the North Star a girl calls me in
And slowly to sky I will rise
Her hair, red as fire, is dancing in wind
Bright light on her lips and her eyes

She holds me so tenderly, kisses like fool
I've never felt something so deep
I am a black biker, unknown is my road
So why does she kiss me so sweet?

German students poetry
Music by Tony Blackplait & Al Vainola
Translation by Maria Elisabeth Toots