Je pense a vous souvent Je continue quand meme D'aimer les bateaux blancs Que le desir entraine Je manque de vous souvent Mais je m'en vais quand meme
out of the bushes a girl it's getting cold outside it's getting cold i would drink the water i would drink the water i would drink the water i would
i don't want to go and hear more promises spoken in vain and even free drinks may not numb the pain don't want to watch two unsure more dig a grave i
The skies are looking up to us tonight, the stars wish they could shine as bright as we do, as you do. So lets take a trip around the earth, will you
You may as well use it as a crutch If you have a cross to bear. It's only fair. If you use it as a crutch. If you have a cross to bear. I think it's
From golden cups and silver spoons ? More than weight is what you lose A beating heart and lovely skin ? That?s the least you?re giving in ? Aspiration
Lauf soweit die Fu?e dich tragen, renn um dein Leben keine Zeit fur erbahmen, flieh so schnell wie du kannst, weil du sonst mit den Teufel tanzt! Lauf
You know that I was And yet you knew I was sorry I dared to make you cry As if I would, As if I could, As if I tried As if I ever cared to make you cry
Alle Vogel sind schon da Alle Vogel, alle Welch ein Singen, Musizier?n Pfeifen, Zwitschern, Tirilier?n Fruhling will nun einmarschier?n Kommt mit Sang
Lange her, dass mich was so fieberhaft packt ich streife die gewohnte Haut ab und fuhl' mich wieder nackt wollte doch nur kosten, aber hat so gut geschmeckt
Non sara il colore dei tuoi occhi, amica mia non sara la cenere che alloggia nella mia malinconia non e salsedine del mare, non sara un gatto abbandonato
There must be something I could say And if I never wake again Remember me just as I'm breathing before you The same as all along I'll hold you from
Schau dich um bei den andern, suchen und wandern, das ist ihr Leben, und dafur geben sie all ihre Zeit. Partys, falsche Gefuhle, heimliche Spiele, immer
[Intro:] Dear God, I?m trying hard to reach you Dear God, I see your face in all I do Sometimes, it?s so hard to believe it... But God, I know you have
Quoi de Plus grand Hm... que ces instants suspendus Ou rien ne compte plus vraiment? Rien de plus troublant Une boulette, une bevue, Une chute devant
I'm feeling misunderstood Do you think our heart is made of wood Short Chorus Even when you say you don't To prove a point Even when you play it as you
Have nerve, you don?t deserve to take what I dish out or stick with me. I?m not too bright I just lose my sight of what I strive for and want to be