Übersetzung: Valentin Elizalde. El Carretero.
Übersetzung: Victor Jara. El Carretero.
: Sonny Black: angefangen als maler lackierer dann auf den strassen ein dealer doch ich wusste schon als kind ich wollt ein star sein auf viva hab auf
: Wake up! Oh how the times have changed. Your not the person I knew back then. Lets get this straight. This is a calling, when will they stop falling
: Sulla strada romagnola in viaggio io e te dopo quella fonte c'e' un bel campo certo e' freddo ma ho tanta voglia di te non avremo freddo
: I saw a ghost on the highway Bleeding on the road He said an empty heart is always stone-cold [chorus] Time to let it go Time to let it go And time
: Hey, yo Van, let them ho's know: It's hard for the kid to get hooked I want the skins, and then I want the ends out your pocketbook And I ain't with
: dem walk on dutty road, jah full a garbage bin and cockroach, jah got to the gal dem hot like rock star show de latest cellular and a thumb inna dem
: Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket, Never let it slip away. Always be a man, not a boy gone astray. When ya get half cra-zy from the August
: Well, I'm walkin' down the highway With my suitcase in my hand. Yes, I'm walkin' down the highway With my suitcase in my hand. Lord, I really miss
: I'm driving on the road that Hitler built I'm driving on the road that Hitler built This is the place where history stopped to shit And I'm driving
: Zeig' was Du denkst, tu was Du willst Nur verlier' nie dein Gesicht Zeig' keine Schwache, zeig' keine Angst Denn Verlierer zahlen nicht Gesetze der
: I got my shadow tonight Is like a horse An unicorn is dirtying the hope horn (2x) He's begging me to come with him I don't know why When i'm
: It doesn't matter if you love him or capital H-I-M Just put your paws up 'Cause you were born this way, baby My mama told me when I was young We are
: We can be strong, we can be strong Out on this lonely run, on the road to love We can be strong, we can be strong Follow that unicorn, on the road
: Was ist aus den Stormtroopers In Sta-Press geworden Ihr hangt jetzt alleine rum Wo sind all die Skinhead-Horden Wo ist all die Kraft Die Wut hinter
