: The cold has a voice It talks to me Stillborn, by choice It airs no need to hold Old man feels the cold... Oh baby don't 'cause I've been told Stay
: I wonder if you?ll notice, if they lock me up and throw away the key Gotta be open minded, you?ve got a lot to learn in the ways of me You?ve always
: wake up and see the truth it's over for sure like the sinking of the moon all hope seems to be gone all lust is fading away for the dust of forgetting
: De pronto ya no se que pasa en mi, de pronto ya no se quien soy, de pronto ya no reconozco nada de lo que un dia fui. Hoy me pregunto que cambio
: One of these nights, One of these crazy old nights, We're gonna find out, pretty mama, What turns on your lights. The full moon is callin', The fever
: Tell me whatcha gonna do tonight mama There must be someplace you can go In the middle of the tall drinks and the drama There must be someone you
: In times like these in times like those what will be will be and so it goes and it always goes on and on and on and on it goes and theres always been
: Este es como uno de esos dias en los que cualquier cosa harias pa' no levantarte todo esta jodido todo dios quiere joderte en el espejo verte para
: These are the days you'll remember. Never before and never since, I promise, will the whole world be warm as this. And as you feel it, you'll know
: Baby baby oh baby I'd love to love you But my hands are tied Break these chains Oh oh these chains that are killing me You don't need money if you
: Musik: Inga Humpe, Tommi Eckart Text: Inga Humpe Wenn du wirklich wirst du bist mehr als du gedacht hast wenn du deinen kern spurst wenn du wirklich
: Ohh yeah Ohh yeah You said i had something to say Then you got that look in your eye There is something youve got to know You said it as you started
: Au coeur du vacarme de la ville Je reve d'un jardin tranquille Ou j'pourrais m'asseoir au soleil sur un banc Et prendre le temps de saluer les gens
: Diese Traume will ich traumen Die ganze Welt, ein Garten der grunt und bluht, die Sonne sie scheint auf friedliches Land. Keiner fragt, was uns wohl
: These are the thoughts that go through my head In my backyard on a Sunday afternoon When I have the house to myself and i'm not Expending all that
: That ol' sun comes up every mornin' And goes back down at the end of every day It's just that way Stars show up every evenin' Man in the moon comes
: My tape recorder It must be lyin' 'Cause this I just can't believe I hear a voice that's cryin' That's not me The wheel goes round I hear a sound
: and now i recognize your face and my folly for longer days and nights this strange redemption' with words you've bled me dry now dust falls from these
