Rafael - Beatenberg

Sometimes it feels like heaven and sometimes it feels like hell

But you keep on going until it gets hard to tell

And your body moves with the grace of an archangel

Like a stroke of genius from Raphael

You lie down

On the backseat under covers

And every part of you is aching but your face is radiant

Because you went right through the pain

You wrestled with an angel

You waited in the rain

St. George and the dragon

On a pressed and painted plain

The sweat upon your forehead

It did not fall not vain

It didn’t fall in vain

Sometimes it feels like heaven and sometimes it feels like hell

But you keep on going until it gets hard to tell

And your body moves with the grace of an archangel

Like a stroke of genius from Raphael

The crowd was still

Like a fresco in a chapel

9−7 in the fifth, O St. Sebastian must have been beside you all the way

The greatest match in history

You put them all to shame

4 hours and a Rolex

Could not put you away

You did it for yourself

And now the people sing your name

The people sing your name

Sometimes it feels like heaven and sometimes it feels like hell

But you keep on going until it gets hard to tell

And your body moves with the grace of an archangel

Like a stroke of genius from Raphael