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There's a young man with a gun
Young man lost his honey
When she took it on the run.
Chor: Commala-come-come!
She took it on the run!
Lefter her baby lonely but
her baby ain't done.

Ein junger Mann nen Revolver nahm
Der junge Mann hat seine Liebste verloren
Als sie über alle Berge entkam.
Chor: Commala-komm-kam!
Als sie über alle Berge entkam!
Ließ ihr Baby allein zurück, aber
ihr Baby lässt die Hoffnung nicht fahrn.

The wind'll blow ya through.
Ya gotta go where Ka's wind blows ya
Cause there's nothin else to do.
Chor: Commala-come-two!
Nothin else to do!
Gotta go where ka's wind blows ya
Cause there's nothing else to do

Der Wind weht dich vorbei
Du musst gehen wohin Kas Wind dich bläst
Denn es geht nur so, verzeih.
Chor: Commala-komm-zwei!
Es geht nur so, verzeih!
Du musst gehen wohin Kas Wind dich bläst
Denn es geht nur so, verzeih.

Can ya tell me what ya see?
Is it ghosts or just the mirror
That makes ya want to flee?
Chor: Commala-come-three!
I beg ya, tell me!
Is it ghosts or just your darker self
That makes ya want to flee?

Sag, was siehst du, Sai?
Sind es Geister oder nur der Spiegel
der Fluchtgedanken bringt herbei?
Chor: Commala-komm-kai!
Ich bitte dich, sag's mir, Sai!
Sind es Geister oder dein dunkles Ich
das Fluchtgedanken bringt herbei?

Whatcha doin at my do'?
If you doan tell me now, my friend
I'll lay ya on de flo'.
Chor: Commala-come fo'!
I can lay ya low!
The things i done to such as you
You never want to know.

Was machst du an meiner Tür?
Wenn du's mir nicht gleich sagst, Freundchen
Werf ich dich auf alle vier'.
Chor: Commala-komm-kier!
Ich leg dich flach gleich hier!
Die Dinge, die mit Deinesgleichen ich gemacht
erfrag sie nicht von mir.

Ain't it grand to be alive?
To look out on Discordia
When the Demon Moon arrives.
Chor: Commala-come-five!
Even when the shadows rise!
To see the world and walk the world
Makes ya glad to be alive.

Wer lebt hält alle Trümpfe
Schaut herab auf Discordia
Wenn der Dämonenmond kommt über die Sümpfe.
Chor: Commala-komm-fünfe!
Wenn ich auch über Schatten die Nase rümpfe
Die Welt zu sehen, auf ihr zu gehen
macht dich froh über des Lebens Trümpfe.

You're in a nasty fix!
To take the hand in a traitor's glove
Is to grasp a sheaf of sticks!
Chor: Commala-come-six!
Nothing there but thorns and sticks!
When you find your hand in a traitor's glove
You're in a nasty fix!

Das bist du in der Mitte allen Drecks!
Einem behandschuhten Verräter die Hand zu reichen
ist wie wenn du die Hand in ein Bündel Zweige steckst!
Chor: Commala-moch-mechs!
Greifst in Dornen und Zweige, wenn du die Hand reckst
nach der behandschuhten Hand des Verräters
Das bist du in der Mitte allen Drecks!

They go to hell or up to heaven!
When the guns are shot and the fire's hot,
You got to poke em in the oven
Chor: Commala-come-seven!
Salt and yow' for leaven
Heat em up and knock em down
And poke em in the oven

you're in the hands of fate.
no matter you're real or not
the hour groweth late.
Chor: Commala-come-eight!
The hour groweth late!
No matt what the shade ya cast
You're in the hands of fate.

You have to walk the line.
When you finally get the thing you need
It makes you feel so fine.
Chor: Commala-come-nine!
It makes ya feel fine!
But if you'd have the thing you need
You have to walk the line.

It's the other one again.
You may know her name and face
But that don't make her your friend
Chor: Commala-come-ten!
She is not your friend!
If you let her get too close
She'll cut you up again.

We hail the one who made us all,
who made the men and made the maids,
Who made the great and small.
Chor: Commala-come-call!
He made the great and small!
And yet how great the hand of fate
That rules us one and all.

There's a time to live and one to die.
With your back agasint the final wall
Ya gotta let the bullets fly.
Chor: Commala-come ki!
Let the bullets fly!
Don't 'ee mourn for me, my lads
When it comes my day to die.

The child has come at last!
Sing your song, O sing it well,
The child has come to pass.
Chor: Commala-come-kass,
The worst has come to pass.
The Tower trembles on its ground;
The child has come at last