Maria, I'd do it all again for you Oh Maria, I'd do it all again for you Oh Maria, I'd do it all again for you Oh Maria, I'd do it all again for you
I got a hand So I got a fist So I got a plan It's the best that I can do Now we'll say it's in God's hands But God doesn't always have the best goddamn
I heard all your reasons I heard all your plans I have seen the seasons Clutched up in your hands You're the one eyed feather You're the lion's mane
'm not in love with the modern world I'm not in love with the modern world It was a torch driving the savages back to the trees Modern world has more
I'll be home When hair has fallen out We'll be home When it reaches the ground We'll be home We'll be home Then We can sing Two cracks in the
At the party we got chained at the wrists Outside there's girls saying It's not gonna be just only a kiss Everyone's disguised just a little bit I
Sometimes they rock and roll Sometimes they stay at home and it's just fine This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart's on fire This heart
Just the other night Body twisted and unfound You know it's there lying They are too dead but the body don't mind Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh
I got a number on me I got a number Won't make it through the high noon sun I am my father's son I am my father's son His bed is made I was a hero
When you're on your own Spread out on the mat Dead The highway's endless drone Something familiar And how we love the seasons that hide in our stomachs
You said you hate the sound Of the busses on the ground You said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town Said pretend it's whales
Give me your eyes I need sunshine Give me your eyes I need sunshine Your blood Your bones Your voice and your ghost We've both been very brave Walk around
Traduzione: Wolf Biermann. Ballata Per La Eva Marie, Per La aus'm Oriente.
He kissed her hand and then he found out her name, It's Death and now he can't seem to wake You can't run with the foxes and yet hunt with the wolf
My reign supreme... Malevolence molded in it's purest form Interdiction of light, case aside like rotting meat To those who have heard my victorious
that line too many times before And now its worn out It's all just a game to you It's just a show for all the ladies To see you're a wolf Wolf dressed
Gli uomini conoscono cos'e un fucile... ora che l'ho visto lo conosco anch'io... ma lo sanno gli uomini cos'e morire?... ...quello di morire e un privilegio
C'est la ballade d'une ordinaire, pas courageuse pour un sou Traine son fiel, cree sa misere Dechirant son c?ur d'amadou L'imbecile se meprend pour une