The Photograph

Lyrics
Don't look at this photograph It's just a little kid Me... I'm the one with the glass of wine Him...he's the one without a smile Now that they are all gone and everything's done And the raindrops are beating like drums against my window I only wait for the rain to wash away my pain And the chalk sign of the life they carried away... You of the law, you scream "go away just go away! There's nothing to be seen, nothing to be understood" I think you're wrong, my boy was only thirteen Tell me why does nobody care, tell me why does nobody see And right and wrong seem so for away Look at this photograph he was just a little child I'm the one with the drunken eyes He's the one without a smile Games of fate and real arms Games of real fears I never taught him who has won I hadn't time for his tears Look at this photograph He was just a little child I'm the one with the drunken eyes He's the one without a smile He didn't know how to live a life outside this deadly game In a home of troubles he was playing when destiny came Games of fate and real arms Games of real fears I never taught him who had won I hadn't time for his tears Raindrops disappeared and chalk sign's washed away Hey officer, don't you feel sick today? But why? It's my son who's dead not yours and maybe I'm guilty But if you justify injustice What do I represent towards my son When right and wrong seem so far away Look at this photograph he was just a little child I'm the one with the drunken eyes He's the one without a smile He didn't know how to live a life outside this deadly game In a home of troubles he was playing when destiny came Look at this photograph he was just a little child I'm the one with the drunken eyes He's the one without a smile Lookin' at photographs Gazin' at photographs And the winner is the false mask of publicity And the winner is the violent music and the torture of drums And the winner is the power of money and the blood money... Hey you, who're famous Please sign this photograph
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Credits
- Writers
- Ute Lemper
- Enzo Jannacci