Heaven Street

Take a walk down Heaven Street
The soil is soft and the air smells sweet
Paul is waiting there and so is Franz
Now only memories run on railway tracks
This road leads to Heaven
Waiting feet frozen to the ground
The earth exploding with the gas of bodies
Rifle butts to crush you down
Now only flowers to idolize
This road leads to Heaven
This road leads to Heaven
This road leads to Heaven
This road leads to Heaven