Übersetzung: Panzers. Proxenetico.
Übersetzung: Ton Steine Scherben. Paul Panzers Blues.
Jefohl Halver zehn un de Panz fahre no Hus Et wor schon denn mer so?e all zusamme Da Verzall blit noch en de Ohre hange Vill Freud mat och vill Moh De Panz
der zo uns sat: Panz, Panz, wo mer jeit un steit nur Panz, Panz, Panz. Maat uch fott, he hat ehr nix verlore. Ihr verdammte Panz, Ihr verdammte Panz, Dreckelije Panz
: Na-na na na-na na na na; Na-na na na-na na na na; Na-na na na-na na na na; Na-na na na-na na na na. Them belly full, but we hungry; A hungry mob is
: We're adrift on a sailboat My love is the sea Yours is the horizon Constant and steady You set my limbs locked hard afloat Lifted my lonesome sails
: Ich hab mich fruher wirklich gern mit dir getroffen. Doch mit den Jahren wird es immer schlimmer. Kaum hast du Abends das zweite Bier gesoffen, fangst
: (a Charles Belle) camelia & rature foetale sur l'agenda des mots perdus levres glacees masque animal au carnaval des coeurs dechus camelia & delire
: - a? saudade enta?o. E mais uma vez De voca? fiz o desenho mais perfeito que se fez: Os traa§os copiei do que na?o aconteceu As cores que escolhi
Unlike the devil I?ve never seen the face of god Sweet Mr. Jesus Infected on my skin Demons surround you I'm crawlin' on the ground Shame for another
Sailboats wish that they were stars Floating softly in the sky Among our dreams that bid goodbye Moving through transparent space Drifting through the
There's a million different types of girls All around the world and they're all so beautiful No one knows any better than me 'Cause I stare so constantly
There aren't any. It's an instrumental...
We're adrift on a sailboat My love is the sea Yours is the horizon Constant and steady You set my limbs locked hard afloat Lifted my lonesome sails The
Hear me call, panzer division destroyed Absolute; no sign of life at all Crushing men, living men have all gone Hear me call, panzer division destroyed
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] Scrambled signals on the radio Orders are given to attack Flames light the sky from over the hill No time for turning back
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] A people of virtue we're not Cold blooded metal burns hot Scratching our way to the top A wheel once is started no one can
[Written by Broderick & Conklin] Hearts racing, blood boils Fist raising overlords Corruption our cry We're metal till we die Power - In our hearts
