Peter Gast

I'm just an ordinary man
Just anyone

Dealing with the pain and pleasure
I’ll live and die
Like an ordinary man
But my poet's heart
Projects me into such solitude
That sometimes I watch
Wars and grand parties
I know how to fly and I’m tense inside
And I am one

No one is ordinary
And I am no one

In the midst of so many people
Suddenly it comes
Even me in my car
In traffic, it comes
The deep silence
Of the clear music of Peter Gast
I hear the silent music of Peter Gast
Peter Gast
The guest of the homeless prophet

The pretty boy, Peter Gast
Rose of the twilight in Venice
Even here in the slow samba of my rock'n'roll
I hear the silent music of Peter Gast
I'm just an ordinary man

In the midst of so many people
Suddenly it comes
Even me in my car
In traffic, it comes
The deep silence
Of the clear music of Peter Gast
I hear the silent music of Peter Gast
Peter Gast
The guest of the homeless prophet

The pretty boy, Peter Gast
Rose of the twilight in Venice
Even here in the slow samba of my rock'n'roll
I hear the silent music of Peter Gast
I'm just an ordinary man