Besedila: Jethro Tull. Different Germany.

The lights are down in Germany
And Germany is closed to me
Different somehow this time

The airport's stiff, cold corridors
Ring empty beats through hollow feet
That I find to be mine

Different Germany
History repeats somehow
Different Germany
Afraid to know you now

And past my eyes with leathered gaze
Stare clean cut boys all dressed as men
In sharpened uniform

Who turned the clock?
(Moved on or back)
And what dark chill is gathering still
Before the storm

Out in the street a tableau double glazed
With laughing girls whose fastened smiles
Are clearly not meant for me