Lyrics

To this day the only thing I know of you is your journey from Bremen to Stuttgart And your trunk, made in Buenos Aires, your trunk traveled with you And your trunk, made in Buenos Aires, your trunk traveled with you Trunk no. 3 with (what can I say?) clothes, shoes, books maybe? And old photos, to remind you of home? I don't know you, I don't know your way And old photos, to remind you of home? I don't know you, I don't know your way Was your journey by boat or was it by train, there were reasons to leave and begin again We are, we live, we move, we stay and what's ahead is hard to say We are, we live, we move, we stay and what's ahead is hard to say And the trunk of Buenos Aires Labelled no. 3 Carried his things, carries my things And with it, history And the trunk of Buenos Aires Labelled no. 3 Carried his things, carries my things