A keresés eredménye oldal 2

Collective Farm Toast to Stalin's Health

All our collective farms, the whole joyful land
All of us sing a song to Stalin's health.
The Father of the People, we call you with respect
On your bright and glorious celebration
 
We've defended native fields by green outpost
According to your plans
Our Soviet land is proud of
its golden, fruitful glory
 
Eveyone is happy on your birthday party
Having gathered a large harvest for the Fatherland,
And we ask you, our dear and beloved,
Come to our collective farm for a joyful celebration
 
We've honestly fulfilled our commandment
Bread was given to the Motherland in abundance and on time.
To Stalin are the first clinking bowls
For Stalin is the first ruddy pie
 
Groves and waters make noise with your glory,
Your native land blooms with your glory.
For eternal happiness, for the longest time
Let Stalin our sunshine shine from the Kremlin to us!
 

The One About School

It was like any other day
back in the '60s,
you woke up early
because you had to go to school:
a pen, inkwell and board
you'd place into your satchel.
 
It's nine in the morning
and you head towards the street,
chestnuts are tossed in the air
and they must've fallen from a gutter.
 
The teacher opened the door
and in came a flock of sheep1,
all of their wooden clogs
were left under the staircase.
 
You'd have to present yourself
at the beginning of class,
and when they passed you the list you'd raise your right hand
you'd say: 'Present and long live Spain'.
 
No one had on tracksuits
or anything similar to that,
just a pair of pants
with patches on the back,
and tons of cups and balls
placed in your pockets.
 
And when it was time for recess
and you hadn't finished the classwork,
you'd bring out some sweetbread
and you'd listen up.
 
Rivers and mountains
were hard to stick in your head,
the names of soccer players
were all that filled your head,
you knew the lineups
even the ones for Pontevedra.
 
How many times have you been told
not to hold the pen like that,
no matter how cheap it may be,
and you stained the desk.
 
You went home and ate
the fava beans in a rush,
you came smelling like chorizo
and spitting out blood sausage,
you didn't even have time
to clean your trap.
 
In the evening you draw
which is what you like most,
with paper and a pencil,
you draw what you want.
 

• 1. school children

You're a Liar

How hard is it to admit that I haven't seen you?
That everyone would be better off if you were replaced
Today in front of me, you robbed me of my pride
You took it from me, you took it from me
 
You sweated, you're an animal for me to forget (na na na na)
How badly do you have to humiliate me? (na na na na)
 
He deserves a traitor to stab him with the obvious
Because I played for you, but you wanted someone who sold their heart for money
Ah, you, I knew you were a liar
Everyone told me 'he leaves' because you're a liar
I beg God not to see you, everything I had you destroyed
You're a liar, oh you're a liar
 
Oh, oh, oh
Oh you're a liar
 
[Bridge]
You sweated, you're an animal for me to forget (na na na na)
How badly do you have to humiliate me? (na na na na)
 
He deserves a traitor to stab him with the obvious
Because I played for you, but you wanted someone who sold their heart for money
Ah, you, I knew you were a liar
Everyone told me 'he leaves' because you're a liar
I beg God not to see you, everyone I had you destroyed
You're a liar, oh you're a liar
 
I beg God not to see you
Everything I had, you destroyed
You're a liar, oh you're a liar
 

Bochum

Versions: #1
In the far West, where dust blocks the sun,
Life is better, much better than you might think.
In the far West.
In the far West.
 
You're no beauty,
Turned grey from work.
You prefer no beautification.
You like your natural look.
Regrettably, you're poorly designed.
But that's what gives you character.
 
There's steel in your blood,
That rings out loudly in the night.
But you're simply too modest,
Your coal has again brought us success.
You are the flower of the region.
 
Bochum - where I was born.
Bochum - I'm stuck on you,
Good luck to you, Bochum!
 
You don't rank high among cities,
One won't see on your Koenigsallee
Any fashion shows taking place.
Here, it's heart that counts,
Not great wealth,
Who want's to live in Dusseldorf, anyway?
 
Bochum - where I was born,
Bochum - I'm stuck on you.
Good luck, Bochum!
 
You are a celestial nest for the doves,
You feed on coke, constantly.
You have Schreber gardens with little houses.
Your team dazzles its soccer opponents
with those 'double passes'.
.
 
Bochum, where I was born,
Bochum - I'm stuck on you,
Good luck to you, Bochum!
 

Surrender to the reasons

During the night I've become a friend of myself.
But I was not alone. With my dear angels, my evil devils and a mixed karma.
I had to give an answer this evening.
The reasons were waiting for an answer this evening.
 
I asked my angels where I went wrong
I ordered my demons to retaliate
I entered in the new karma
I had nothing to lose
 
I was moving with rhythms that were not mine
I was sick with them, I was a beating heart and a soul in love
There was a reason why you weren't me. Because now he took a deep breath and started to ask for reckoning
 
I asked my angels where I went wrong
I ordered my demons to retaliate
I entered in the new karma
I had nothing to lose
 
You. You to me. You didn't allow yourself to be always because of reasons. You surrendered, you didn't bring me to life.
 

His last winter

A man went to make fire
Around his heart flamed his soul, it was wild
In a battle where his father was forgotten, it was his last, long, cold winter
 
Howl
 
A warrior big, with a mind out of breath
He was lead into the valley of fog
From his arian palace
It was his last, long, cold, last winter
 
Christians* and jews are now celebrating
They thought the belief in Odin would pass
But the battle has now begun
This is his largest, greatest victory
 

Her fist is so firm!

[Verses 1]
I was sitting in the last subway and was on my way home,
A lonely platform and she got on.
That must be her, that must be her.
 
[Verses 2]
The jacket was so green and her head was so bald.
The boots laced up tight, a skinhead girl of the first choice
So beautiful, so beautiful!
 
[Verses 3]
I was immediately in love and my heart was already breaking.
I grinned at her stupidly, I still feel the pain to this day.
I was hit by the blow, I was hit by the blow.
 
[Chorus]
Her fist so firm!
Her fist so tight!
Ooohoohoh!
 
[Verses 4]
I did not want to resist, she was so experienced.
I was soon in my blood and that fascinated me.
Goodbye, goodbye,
My skinhead girl.
 
[Chorus]
Her fist so tight,
Her fist so firm!
Ooohoohoh!
Her fist so firm,
Her fist so firm!
Ooohoohoh!
Her fist so firm,
Her fist so firm!
Ooohoohoh!
Her fist so firm,
Her fist so firm!
Ooohoohoh!
 

Chestnut

You had sad eyes
(color chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut
chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut).
 
The sun on your skin
(color chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut
chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut).
 
Color of the earth,
the best earth,
that gives life,
life, life
to all things
and gave you to me.
 
The light on your hair
(color chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut
chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut).
 
~~~~~
 
However
I did not know
that you had,
that you had
a soul
(chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut
chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut)—
a soul
(chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut
chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut, chestnut)—
a soul
(color chestnut, color chestnut, color chestnut)!
 

Little By Little

Little by little
you realize that the wind
Blows on your face
and steals your smile
The beautiful season
that’s coming to an end
Blows on your heart
and steals your love
Little by little
it dissolves in tears
That sweet memory
faded from time
From when you lived
with me in a room
There was no money
but lots of hope
 
And little by little
you lose me and i lose you
And what it was
seems more absurd to me
During the night
you were always more true
And not like now
on Saturday night
 
But, give me your hand
and come closer
A flower can be born
in our garden
Not even the winter
will ever freeze
A flower can grow
from my love for you
 
And little by little
you’ll see with over time
The same smile
over his face
Which the cruel wind
had stolen from you
That returns faithfully
The love’s back
 
But, give me your hand
and come closer
A flower can be born
in our garden
Not even the winter
will ever freeze
A flower can grow
from my love for you
 

Hate Is the Law

Severed seven arms
Vienna 1683
Elite's uproar
A step towards the abyss
 
Observe-
Orient- silent majority
Decide-
Act
 
Abandon belief-
Doubt in thought
Blastproof agenda
Behind my cynical defence game
 
Observe-
Orient- silent majority
Decide-
Act
 
The betreyal of Jesus
Confound Satan
-they live indistinct life
Like salt buttresses in boiling sea
 

I know where Sid Barrett lives

I know where Sid Barrett lives
I know he's not happy about the guests
I know how he makes coffee
When other people are sleeping
And the world doesn't need him at all
The world doesn't want him
Private apartment
He deserves
 
He sees how on the roofs are sitting
Peacocks and elephants
He sees how mice are pulling
A piece of silence
And the world doesn't need him at all
The world doesn't want him
Private apartment
He deserves
 
I know that in Big Theatre
Gilmore plays on the trumpet
Calculating all costs
Not forgetting about himself
He won't even make little mistakes
He doesn't let go of what's his
Tonight they will show
Him on the TV
 
I know where Sid Barrett lives
I know where his nest is
I know how he makes coffee
Not understanding anything
And the world doesn't need him at all
The world doesn't want him
Private apartment
He deserves
 

Ravenchasm

In the deep chasm, a place in the Nordic lands
Numberless they gather together
With ravenwings
 
They act war councils
For times to come
They remind of the pestilence, and heathen age
At the beginning of times
They want to formule the end of times
 
Bearer of pain
Bearer of hate
Bearer of despise
Bearer of heathen age.
 

A Hill in the Deep Forest

A hatch stood open, a rider appeared.
A cold mist had lain upon the field.
Nine black horses and nine armed men.
An eye stared furiously down from a flag.
 
Silence fell, as the company stopped,
They stopped in a circle around the stone.
Silently they rode towards it, and disappear when they arrived
For stones were a thought filled with power.
 
Stars on a sky, that never fall down.
Lightning in a night that lasts forever.
A thousand cold winters, with only chill and hatred.
There is no summer without winter.
 
In an old forest, where trolls and gnomes wandered,
There was a stone that moved and came to life.
Nine armed men, on nine grey proud horses,
Bore a flag upon which the eye appeared.
 
Each night is a new darkness.
Each winter I freeze,
And yet never shall I cry,
For proud I did ride times behind
Out of the deep forest.
 

In a Hall with Pork and Mead

In an old ash hung a nosecold man.
Under a black sky from where the rain poured down.
None went thither to cut the corpse down,
For no one could know whereat the hanging took place.
 
Lonely man he was when he went to Allfather's place,
He arrived clothed in a body armour to a marvellous, grim palace.
A thousand year had passed since last man went thither,
They cried in a gloomy happiness when at last a son there came.
 
North of the trolly cape was a place of mist far down.
Rows of Norse sons wandered thither north and nie.
None in lack of grave and none in lack of sons,
For they went by fire and pestilence there to the beds of the coldhouse.
 
Only few of the guardian's children came to the rich row of their father,
For cunning deceit bore most of them far down.
Yet one can hear the song each heathen old feast
Aye! still the feasts are held among the faithful sons of Od.
 

The Castle in the Distance

Can you see the castle in the distance?
And its merry, noisy feast
Couples dancing, couples laughing
Couples swimming in unconscious sin
 
And under the sun whom the dark ones worship
They celebrate new year with feasting and jokes
A shameful sin which gods reckon
As spiritual failure
 
And the holes are graves
Which are only for them
With spiritual needles
That will forever...
Torment every limb
 
Can you see the castle in the distance?
From your dark, grim cave
So you can hate for a thousand years
Rejoicing in the pain they receive.
 

The Grave in the Misthouse Halls

Naberg arose,
Close by Mannaheimen garden
Axetime, swordtime, there was not war
Yet the plague of pestilence
 
No one hosted their kindred,
None the priest,
No one went to town
Without their lance and on horseback
 
In the dawn of time they sang songs
To themselves and their fathers
Today only songs
For the betterment of tomorrow are sung
 
Songs of our fellow man
No songs about the best
Deceit and lies has gained its seat
On the palace of the Midgard Jotuns
 
One man wandered, slowly,
Surely, Proud there between houses
He wandered there among the people,
Stepped uncared there among mice.
 
Hundreds of men he visited
Each cold night
He was one eyed, tall and thin
And on his head he wore a hat
 
Lonely man he wandered
Over Bifrost one cold morning
He shook his head
Over the losses of man
 
For they assured themselves a seat
In an unborn tragic heaven
They wandered north and nie
They rot in Hell's peace.
 

In the right direction

Versions: #1
I feel my heart reaching out to you
How do I defend when I'm outnumbered?
I feel that this is the end, this is the end
 
That first time, heavy bass
Quick dance after dinner
I saw a light in my doe's eyes, because
She gripped strongly where I liked it the most
Mom used to say 'Those things only after marriage'
Friends came and right away took me to march
One of the blue guys almost shot me back then
I recall those bright times well
Though I'll admit I'd like to leave the metal bars already
 
I don't have the strenght to admit:
'Only one can win this war'
I don't have the strenght and I don't want to know anything more
My small head is full of confusion
 
I feel my heart reaching out to you
How do I defend when I'm outnumbered?
I feel that this is the end, this is the end
 
I can leave now, I can run
I'll close the gate, that day
She's standing at a bus stop somewhere nearby
I don't know why but she doesn't want to smile
So I tell her it's alright, that everything is okay now
I miss our times together
I miss the screaming people, and okay!
We will paint a face in white and red
After all you know well that we only look on the good side
 
I don't have the strenght to admit:
'Only one can win this war'
I don't have the strenght and I don't want to know anything more
My small head is full of confusion
I feel my heart reaching out to you
How do I defend when I'm outnumbered?
I feel that this is the end, this is the end
 

Kronenburg Park

Versions: #1
I don't know what pushed you this far
When I see you at the park late at night
The car lights illuminate your body
Without eyes, without a memory
 
I take it that you've never known love
Not even when you needed it most
The words that describe you are cheaper than I thought
Within a second it started raining that night
 
Get out of that world, just a second
And drive on quickly, out of that world
Get out of that world, just a second
And look around in our paradise
And don't ask for directions, because everyone has lost their way
 
Looking for happiness in Kronenburg park
At home a woman unknowingly awaits husband
She had never noticed any sign of his insatisfaction
And everything stays as is
If he drives home again
 
Get out of that world, just a second
And drive on quickly, out of that world
Get out of that world, just a second
And look around in our paradise
And don't ask for directions, because everyone has lost their way
 
And everything stays as is
If he drives home again
 
Get out of that world, just a second
And drive on quickly, out of that world
Get out of that world, just a second
And look around in our paradise
And don't ask for directions, because everyone has lost their way
 

You quietly talk to me

Happiness is a simple idea
In front of your eyes
Between the air that you're breathing
And the one that
You struggle to hold
 
We already have a past,
That to tell the truth
Is more like a conflict,
The heart often offended
By a finger that
You pointed to my chest.
 
If eyes can't
Tell you what you see,
I'll try to tell it to you
Because you don't believe in evidences.
 
It's been too long that you've been quietly talking to me
It's been too many years that we've known each other
We could have built a whole palace
And instead we're divided by a wall.
It's been too long that you've been quietly talking to me
Or you're a far memory
It's love or just an obsession,
It's a hot wind,
So hot that one can die.
It's so hot that one can die.
 
I play at moving war because
Love has never given me a truce,
But if I'll have you in front of me once again,
In the doubt, I'll do the right thing.
If eyes can't
Tell you my thoughts
I'll try to describe them
 
About all of them, even the darkest ones.
 
It's been too long that you've been quietly talking to me
It's been too many years that we've known each other
We could have built a whole palace
 
And instead we're divided by a wall.
It's been too long that you've been quietly talking to me
Or you're a far memory
It's love or just an obsession,
It's a hot wind,
So hot that one can die.
 
We're here
Between an uncertain step and the utopia
Of a rediscovered balance.
We're here
In a parallel path
We touch without ever meeting each other.
 
If eyes can't
Tell you what you see,
I'll try to tell it to you
Because you don't believe in evidences.
 
It's been too long that you've been quietly talking to me
It's been too many years that we've been confused
We could have built a whole palace
And instead we're divided by a wall.
It's been too long that you've been quietly talking to me
Or you're a far memory
It's love or just an obsession,
It's a hot wind,
So hot that one can die.
It's so hot that one can die.
Watch out cause one can die.
 

Flies Flies Piero Barone

Flies,
Flies Piero Barone.
He’s a good guy sings,
Does the tenor.
Flies,
Flies,
Purpose’s touching the sky.
Better not knowing
What he does on the plane.
 

Latin

Even if you’re now looking at me
I’m just a voice.
I went through another summer falling in love with you.
I would come out of the radio to brush your skin,
I’m only a song, even you told me so,
and I don’t understand you, it is so.
You want me latin but you don’t tell me.
Play an old record, it is so.
You made all your friends hate me.
Now take me away
because the more I lie the more you love me,
yes, but take me away
otherwise, by tomorrow, you’ll forget me.
 
To kiss your lips
for me the voice is not enough
but I need that you remember me,
that you sing me in the street
and take me where there’s no fear.
To kiss your lips
for you is not enough calling me by name
a lifetime or one night for you
I’m only a song,
I’m only a song.
 
Why don’t you think of me
as if I were a sigh,
that time when you told me
the reason is you
and even if you now are looking at me,
I’m still only a voice.
You blow over a candle
and you no longer hear me.
Now it’s pitch dark, it is so.
The stars are the stations
and I run inside them, it is so.
Luckily that the wind carries away this melancholy
since, the more I lie the more you love me
but now take me away
otherwise, by tomorrow, you’ll forget me.
 
To kiss your lips
for me the voice is not enough
but I need that you remember me,
that you sing me in the street
and take me where there’s no fear.
To kiss your lips
for you is not enough calling me by name
a lifetime or one night for you
I’m only a song,
I’m only a song.
 
And now, where are you?
I’m here inside the radio
and yet I don’t know why is it
that you look for me in someone else if I’m here,
you will curse me.
 
To kiss your lips
for me the voice is not enough
but I need that you remember me,
that you sing me in the street
and take me where there’s no fear.
To kiss your lips
for you is not enough calling me by name
a lifetime or one night for you
I’m only a song,
I’m only a song,
I’m only a song,
I’m only a song,
I’m only a song.
 

When Love Ends

Something's not right
Something's not right
within me
or between us
even when you're in front
and we talk intensely
about love, about love
about a good season
of a rebellious night
of our folly
 
of things we'll never do
you're distant
you're distant and you don't know it
you're distant
and don't tell me you don't hear anything
 
When love ends
you need to let go to fly, fly
up to the stars
and rewatch it when you feel ok
when you feel ok
and rewatch it when you feel ok
 
Something's not right
within me within me
or between us
I confuse you with other people
without wanting to
I lose my attention between the paths in a station
 
between our magics
between our holidays
that always end or never end
you're distant
and don't tell me you don't hear anything
 
When love ends
you need to let go to fly, fly
up to the stars
and rewatch it when you feel ok
 
When love ends
you need to let go away
like a satellite
to then find another time together
another life together
of all the things I never told you
this one is the most important
of all the things I never told you
this one is the most important
you're the shooting star that falls every day
onto my skin
 
When love ends
you need to let go away
like a satellite
to then find another time together
another life together
of all the things I never told you
this one is the most important
of all the things I never told you
this one is the most important
you're the shooting star that falls every day
onto my skin
to then find another time together
another time together
 
Something's not right
Something's not right
 

Why do you, girls, love handsome men...

Versions: #1
The chamomiles have locked themselves.
The buttercups bent their heads.
Like them I had been struck dumb with bitter words.
Why do you, girls, love handsome men?
Their love changes many masks.. .
 
I took away without the delay.
his shirt from my, the cold and chilling back.
I was proud of myself.
I wished him all the best.
 
He didn't ask: 'Forgive me, please'.
 
The chamomiles are picked,
The buttercups are died.
Cold water ripples in the lake..
 
Why do you, girls, love handsome men...
Their love changes many masks.
 

I look into the blue lakes

I look into the blue lakes,
Pick daisies in the fields.
I call you Russia,
My one and only.
You can ask me and ask me again,
There is no other land that is more dear to me,
It’s here where I was given a Russian name.
 
I look into the blue lakes,
Pick daisies in the fields.
I call you Russia,
My one and only.
I can’t imagine greater happiness than
Just to live the same life as you,
Share sorrows with you, my land,
And celebrate with you.
 
Your beauty has not been tarnished
Neither by years, nor by sorrows,
You have been always proud of your
Ivans and Marias.
Not all your falcons have come back from the wars -
Some are alive, some perished,
But their high glory
Belongs to you.
 
Your beauty has not been tarnished
Neither by years, nor by sorrows,
You have been always proud of your
Ivans and Marias.
I can’t imaging a happiness greater than
Just to live the same life as you,
Share sorrows with you, my land,
And celebrate with you.
 
I can’t imaging a happiness greater than
Just to live the same life as you,
Share sorrows with you, my land,
And celebrate with you.
 

A sweet berry

A sweet berry will lure you to the forest,
Will surprise you with delicious ripeness,
A sweet berry will make you intoxicated,
A bitter berry will sober you up.
 
Oh, my life is tough, steep like a hill,
It has exhausted me, drain me out.
There is only a handful of the sweet berries,
And two bushels of the bitter ones.
 
I don’t even understand what’s happening with me,
Why does it grow like that:
A sweet berry - only in springtime,
A bitter one - all year round.
A sweet berry - only in springtime,
A bitter one - all year round.
 
Go ahead, laugh at my misery,
Look at me from your window as I walk away,
A sweet berry we picked together,
A bitter berry I am picking alone.
A sweet berry we picked together,
A bitter berry I am picking alone.
 

My little village

My remote little village, built of wood,
I look at you from under my hand,
You stand above the river,
Dressed in a gauze shawl of a June cloud,
And freckled by the bird cherry trees.
You stand above the river,
Dressed in a gauze shawl of a June cloud,
And freckled by the bird cherry trees.
 
My dear one, my hard-working village.
Your shy smile is burnt into me.
My heart is still longing for you,
But I am too busy to visit.
My heart is still longing for you,
But I am too busy to visit.
 
I don’t want to travel to the southern seas at all,
And I am not lying while saying this,
I call you by your hallowed1 name,
Sainted through the centuries, my little village.
I call you by your hallowed name,
Sainted like a livelihood2, my little village.
 

• 1. In the original, by full name, as in First, Middle, Last, to show full respect
• 2. ”Like bread” in the original

Where can I get this kind of a song from

Where can I get this kind of a song from,
The one about love and life,
So no one would have guessed that this song is about you.
So no one would have guessed
So no one would have guessed
That this song is about you
That this song is about you.
 
So that this song would have flown around the world,
Would have touched someone’s heart,
Would have drawn someone to a grove,
Would have led someone to the fields.
Would have drawn someone to a grove,
Would have drawn someone to a grove,
Would have led someone to the fields.
Would have led someone to the fields.
 
So that by the factory clubhouse
And in some distant little village
With a heart set aflutter by this song,
A young girl would have waited for her dear one.
With a heart set aflutter by this song,
With a heart set aflutter by this song,
A young girl would have waited for her dear one.
A young girl would have waited for her dear one.
 
So that this song would have flown around the world,
Would have touched someone’s heart,
Would have drawn someone to a grove,
Would have led someone to the fields.
Would have drawn someone to a grove,
Would have drawn someone to a grove,
Would have led someone to the fields.
Would have led someone to the fields.
 

Dancing in Limbo

You left and I let you walk away
Where are you hiding, my love?
You know well that you will not win, only pain stays with us
Whatever makes you fly will kill you in the end
There is no mercy in your sky, it will destroy you
I only want to dream that one day you will return, or you will keep dancing in limbo
 
She got lost, without thinking
Someone told her that the night was her home
I lost her, without speaking
She stayed on the threshold of darkness
Where to go when the sun goes away?
Now there is no one left that wants to listen
Once, you were an angel, but now you have left and will never return
 
Whatever makes you fly will kill you in the end
There is no mercy in your sky, it will destroy you
I only want to dream that one day you will return, or you will keep dancing in limbo
ohh woah, ohh woah, ohh woah, ohh woah dancing in limbo tonight, ohh woah, ohh woah, ohh woah
 
I saw my time pass, I shouted your name every night, I found her
She's here (just here) next to me, yeahh
I will wait all my life to see her dance
Whatever makes you fly will kill you in the end
There is no mercy in your sky, it will destroy you
I only want to dream that one day you will return, or you will keep dancing in limbo
ohh woah, ohh woah, ohh woah, ohh woah, ohh woah, ohh woah, ohh woah
 
You left and I let you walk away
Where are you hiding, my love?
You know well that you will not win, only pain stays with us, pain stays, pain stays, pain stays, pain stays
Dancing in limbo you will stay
Whatever makes you fly will kill you in the end
There is no mercy in your sky, it will destroy you
I only want to dream that one day you will return, or you will keep dancing in limbo
Dancing, dancing, dancing in limbo you will stay
I only want to dream that one day you will return, or you will keep dancing in limbo
 

People (Parody On Grönemeyer's Männer)

People are hoarding canned food,
thinkin' they're terribly smart,
people hoard toilet paper
to upholster their homes,
and yet they' re so vulnerable.
Maybe they think they're just irreplaceable.
 
People also hoard pasta,
waiting for it in line at the store,
People buy like crazy,
and go by tram for free.
Oh, people are always ready,
All for money and for gluttony.
 
People grasp a lot, take it easy,
even if there isn't enough for everyone.
They' re calibrated to egos since they were kids.
When does man become a man?
 
When does man become a man?
When does man become a man?
 
People wash their hands,
People are afraid of the GAU.
Buy a hundred masks,
and they think they're so smart.
Oh, people are lonely fighters
and just keep going on like this.
 
People grasp a lot, take it easy,
even if there isn't enough for everyone.
They' re calibrated to egos since they were kids.
When does man become a man?
When is a man a man?
When is a man a man?
 
Humans fight wars,
everyone want to be the greatest.
People build rockets,
people fall for Nazis.
People make speeches,
don't get involved in anything.
 
When does man become a man?
When does man become a man?
 
People could act differently,
people can be reasonable.
People can not just
help only themselves.
Oh, people would be dependable,
then our world wouldn't be so ugly.
 
It's not always easy for people,
also because no two are alike.
Only when there'll be enough earth for everyone,
then man will be a human being!
Then man is a human being!
Then man is a human being!
When is one a human being?
When is one a human being?