A keresés eredménye

Before all the lights have burnt out

Before all the lights have burnt out
Far too soon our love ran out
That's what I think
Like the street gleam
My eyes seek the light
 
There were days when I wanted to believe
That our love had taken root
Sought with the wind
Grew up towards the sky
After all the most beautiful we have done
 
Yet today I still sit here
Without answers, I don't know when
Will you come, will you come here again
 
Before all the lights have burnt out
I never got to give what I wanted to give
Everything I still lack
Every day when I wake up
Is the time we were never going to see
 
Because yet today I still sit here
Without answers, I don't know when
Will you come, will you come here again
 
Before all the lights have burnt out
Far too soon our love ran out
That's what I think
Like the street gleam
My eyes seek the light
 
Ooh... Ooh...
 
That's what I think
Like the street gleam
My eyes seek the light
 
Before all the lights have burnt out
 

The paradise for cattle

For the enactment of an animal welfare law
on November 12, 1933 by the
President of the Animal Welfare Association,
Hermann Göring.
 
They're issuing a law
for the protection of rats, cats and mice.
Torturing rabbits, frogs and pigs
should be prohibited in Germany.
Hands off God's creature!
Because they are leaders in culture!
In Germany, they create
a paradise for cattle.
 
A long time ago, they didn't
make laws for cattle.
It first came to humans
if reds can be called that.
Hand off God's creature?
Oh no, that was the other tour:
you are in the Third Reich!
We only protect the cattle!
 
Concentration camps are now being considered
For those who killed a bed bug.
On the other hand, it is customary
to beat up reds, Jews and Christians.
And who is best at beating
he is the most loyal German man.
In the pure culture, you can see it,
the paradise of cattle.
 
The cattle are delighted,
because their time has come.
They even breed animals:
for example the vampires.
They are under the special protection
of the state and they suck blood
as lush as never before,
in the paradise of the cattle.
 

Barefoot

Dawn, drops of sleep are trembling in the fog
The mark of a bare light foot on the moss
Chilliness is already drawing a net on the glass
The dusk is sewing a coat of clouds for pines here
This is my place on earth
Here is my time, let it last eternally
The dawn is collecting frost from the willow ways
The mark of all past springs here
Chilliness is already reddening the faces of the suns
The dawn on the hairs of dogs is hurtling to the heathers
This is my place on earth
Here is my time, let it last eternally
The dawn is burning from above...
 

I Get Off

Someone please stop the world at last! I get off
at the first station, here and now!
Someone please stop the world at last, because I get off.
I don’t want to breathlessly race through life.
 
Like in a spinning-wheel, I spin passively,
losing the thread and the days,
and some devil keeps telling me: 'hurry!'
And yet, life is made to live it,
to ask oneself: 'To have or to be?'.
And yet, life is made to live it,
before the thread breaks in the spinning-wheel.
 
Like in a spinning-wheel, I spin passively,
losing the thread and the days,
and some devil keeps telling me: 'hurry!'
 
Someone please stop the world at last! I get off
at the first station, here and now!
I no longer want to compete, I’m running out of energy.
I don’t want to breathlessly race through life.
 
I’ll be wasting my time, looking for good stars,
watching holes in the sky,
loving you as long as I can.
I don’t mind spending sunsets, dawns and nights at this.
 
Like in a spinning-wheel, I spin passively,
losing the thread and the days,
and some devil keeps telling me: 'hurry!'
And yet, life is made to live it,
to ask oneself: 'To have or to be?'.
And yet, life is made to live it,
before the thread breaks in the spinning-wheel.
 

Sky-blue eyes

I still remember how it happened
That feeling when I saw you
It was the first time
I had no choice
I had never seen anything like that before
 
Your sky, sky, sky-blue eyes
Take me closer and closer to the sky
This sky, sky-blue is hard to believe
You're simply wonderful
 
Your sky, sky, sky-blue eyes
Take me closer and closer to the sky
This sky, sky-blue is hard to believe
You're simply wonderful
 
Your sky, sky, sky-blue eyes
Take me closer and closer to the sky
This sky, sky-blue is hard to believe
You're simply wonderful
 
There were so many dark days
That's been over since I met you
You bring the sunshine
Deep into my heart
I had never seen anything like that before
(Never seen before)
 
Your sky, sky, sky-blue eyes
Take me closer and closer to the sky
This sky, sky-blue is hard to believe
You're simply wonderful
 
Your sky, sky, sky-blue eyes
Take me closer and closer to the sky
This sky, sky-blue is hard to believe
You're simply wonderful
 
Your sky, sky, sky-blue eyes
Take me closer and closer to the sky
This sky, sky-blue is hard to believe
You're simply wonderful
 
Your sky, sky, sky-blue eyes
Take me closer and closer to the sky
This sky, sky-blue is hard to believe
You're simply wonderful
 

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Mary-Anne

Versions: #3
Sad eyes, beautiful eyes
Sad lips without a smile…
I see her every day from afar
She stands in [her] window until dusk
 
Mary-Anne…
 
I think only of her
And I want just one thing:
That she’d like, if only from afar
[And] if only for a while, to look at me
 
Mary-Anne has a sad face
Mary-Anne constantly looks into distance
 
How much I’d like to see oneday
My reflection in [her] sad eyes
How much I’d like to be able to believe
That oneday she’d fall in love with me
 
Mary-Anne has a sad face
Mary-Anne constantly looks into distance
 
No prayers [can] bring back anymore
The bygone years, the bygone days
The one she awaits all the time
Will not come under her window anymore
 
Mary-Anne has a sad face
Mary-Anne constantly looks into distance
Mary-Anne constantly looks into distance
 
Mary-Anne
 

Can it really be love?

How should I explain it to him?
Would he understand?
He wants to know the truth, the past,
Who knows, whether he would go then?
 
What does he want to hide?
He's doing it the whole time,
Why doesn't he want to be a king?
As a king, he would be free
 
Can it really be love?
In the gentle evening wind?
The harmony full of deep peacefulness,
And all that we are
 
Can it really be love?
Do you feel it everywhere?
And it seems, under the protection of the dark,
Love is awoken!
 
How should I explain it to him?
Would he understand it?
He wants to know the truth, the past,
Who knows, whether he would go then?
 
What does he want to hide?
He's doing it the whole time,
Why doesn't he want to be a king?
As a king he would be free
 
Can it really be love?
In the gentle evening wind?
The harmony full of deep peacefulness,
And all that we are
 
Can it really be love?
Do you feel it everywhere?
And it seems, under the protection of the dark,
Love is awoken!
And it seems, under the protection of the dark,
Love is awoken!