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today you look like a stranger to mewith your rags hanging down from your neckI remember a boy with cold in his handsbut my son, I don't think that you hear meso I said to my father there and thenI am much older than you arein fact, I was born in '41and my cradle was placed in the sunbut he came from another townwhere people are born with their heads hanging downand the only sound is the beat of a drumtelling the people to rowI remember a story from your townabout a wife giving birth to a sonthe boy was as healthy as a baby could beafter nine months of joy in the wombbut the wedding had been only six months agoand sex before marriage is a sinso they placed him back in the hospitaland said he was born too soonbut he came from another townwhere people are born with their heads hanging downand the only sound is the beat of a drumSongtextetelling the people to rowthere are so many things that I have learnedhow to get out of jail without movinghow to take out a guard, how to put him to sleephow to lay the man down in his placehow to get around town without having to stealhow to follow the footsteps of nomadshow to tame a wild horse, how to ride on its backhow to wipe out my trail without losing my trackhe came from another townwhere people are born with their heads hanging downand the only sound is the beat of a drumtelling the people to row Aus Songtexte Mania