Übersetzung: Herma. Waarom.
: Imma gehts um TH egal ob man die jetzt gut oda schei?e findet fast jeda labbert uba die das regt auf !!! ich konnt mir zwa au son text ausdenkn aba
: Ich laufe wie ein Trottel durch den Regen Und du bist gar nicht da Na dann eben nicht Ich laufe wie ein Trottel durch den Regen Und du bist gar nicht
: Nach Eljud, Hels finst'ren Palast Will ich um den Bruder zu hol'n So mach ich mich auf zum schaurigen Ritt Uber Falland Vorandi - Jenseits des Lichts
: Toutes les femmes sont belles, Toutes les femmes sont tiedes, Toutes les femmes sont pacifiques, Toutes les femmes sont douces, Toutes les femmes sont
: Amongst the goods and high explosives men women and children make their way accross the woods where the troll lives who never sees the light of day
: do, do, do do do, do do, do, do do do, do do, do do do do do Oh, when you call me weird names and make all kinds of weird faces when you drive
: On the bus back from Bristol, we talked about death And we talked about a friend that I'd spent some time with Once or twice a year We got to your
: And so the girl's goes Hey what's going one what don't you sing a song And I'm like,ohh here's a song i wrote from a new album i wrote it when i miss
: And see the flacker birds black as your appartment is at night take off when my dog comes a-running to bite And as they sit on their branches to watch
: He switched to bavarian when he spoke to her a good sign that they really knew each other but the weather and the music were bad so we sticked to the
: Now that I have everything all I have to do is bring it all to you maybe you will understand maybe you will take my hand and fall, fall for it too
: I think I'd rather wait for the winter to come I never make a move when I'm out in the sun I'll be ready to forgive your foolish mistake When the water
: This summer's riding for a fall recess is over, I heard the call I still want to write it on the wall This summer's riding for a fall others will come
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: I stood so proud on top of the cliff my knees were hard, my legs were stiff the sun wept me but I didn't feel it an ant was climbing up my heel, it
: I had to leave you in Galway but i think about you every day in the morning and in the afternoon I wish that i could see you soon and when i heard
: I left the flat cause it felt like home ordered wine and sat down to write you a poem the words came easy, the words came strong the poem would be
