I'm here in Buchenwald. My number's on my skin. Old Ilsa Koch is here. The prisoners walk the grounds. The hounds have killed a girl. The guards
Übersetzung: Woody Guthrie. Ilsa Koch.
Son tantas las cosas que quisiera regalarte hoy. Como un viaje a la Luna y ver de cerca su dimension. Pero se que es imposible que todo es culpa de una
satisfy she'll cut off your cock Then some lady made love to me In such as way is mean You're gonna assist my little sprung Make me wanna scream Ilsa
