Violins And Old Books - Plague Over The Theater Songtexte

There´s a plague over my head
There´s a heart but i can´t remember
What is it for...

Too many tortures for nothing
And too many fighters saved by the ring
The theater is empy and the actors are hungry...

I love to see you crying..
I hate to see you smiling...

Don´t bring me back to life
Don´t bring me....