at the river's edge/ gustav

At the river's edge In the border zone Where the wind blows cold And all sleep has gone Bodies and memories Of stranded caravans Are buried with their dreams And struggles and ties All symbols and sense We don't need your mercy Don't need an act of grace We only want to live a good life And sometimes change the place Under the cloud of night Under the cover of trees Under the scream of fog We'll be a gathering star Under the cover of trees Under the scream of fog Sooner or later we'll walk across our boundaries