A keresés eredménye

Hans

Old, holey skull inside
Stahlhelm with a rust.
Said he was a soldier,
And his name is Hans.
 
He gave me strong schnapps to drink,
And played on mouth-organ
Sturmabteilung marches
Hans Horst Wessel, remember?
 
But in the morning I remembered
That yesterday I drank a sea of schnapps.
I thought and understood:
'Yes, it really was!'
 
This is the memories back, and she
Stands and waits on the doorstep.
She's like the angel of death,
It's all up to she now.
 
She's true, she's a bitch
And if need be, she will open fire again.(x2)
 
Old, holey skull inside
Stahlhelm with a rust.
Said he was a soldier,
And his name is Hans.
 

The day I died.

The day I died.
Nord-Ost howled from the sea.
The burning drakkar was my grave.
 
The day I died.
The sun exploded.
Sweeping away the stars
It crashed into the sea.
The world was ruined.
 
The day I died.
Only cats and owls remained.
And the sharks, like cross-finned fish, came ashore.
Like dogs, they gather in packs.
They gather in packs, they raven the negroes.
 
The day I died.
The necrophiles will exhume the Tsoi,
Bastard son of Yoko Ono.
The icons will begin drop tears.
 
The day I died.
I was baptized against my will.
In contempt of ancestors.
In contempt of Thor.
Odin!
Odin!
 

The fluffy tail of the fox.

There's so many things that life is.
And so easy to lose yourself.
Perhaps the slush will dry up one day,
But everything will come back again.
 
I would never have believed this before
But one whore ruined my life.
There are so many of them and they all are so different,
Sometimes you don't even have time to sleep!
 
We only dream about rest, but where are these dreams?
The fluffy tail of the fox erase all footprints.
There are so many roads, but mine is only one.
Cheerful hard rock and roll is my life!
 
The autumn wind is dropping the leaves
And leaves them to rot on the pavement!
In these leaves I see people's faces -
Everyone of them has hepatitis!
 
We only dream about peace, but where are these dreams?
The fluffy tail of the fox erase all footprints.
There are so many roads, but mine is only one.
Cheerful hard rock and roll is my life!
 

Maiden's Tears

How few of bald-shaved're in this building,
How few of them're in other homes.
How few of bald-shaved're out of prison,
So many more are doing time.
 
I'll tell you of the dreams,
I'll tell you what it's like,
I'll tell you where pain is,
I'll tell you what is high...
 
All maiden's tears're just a bluff,
They'll only last until the spring.
The spring will pass, and separation pain will too,
And like a dream your childish dreams will melt like snow in spring.
 
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