fick dich du hund automatikk und fler wir scheissen auf alles und bleiben strasse wie teer friss dreck muttafikkka und dein homie auch keck friss dreck
jeden Tag dran glauben. Oh, ich liebe dieses Leben, das bisschen Sehnsucht bringt mich nicht um. Schei? auf die neue Mitte, Propaganda kann uns mal! "Friss
jeden Tag dran glauben. Oh, ich liebe dieses Leben, das bisschen Sehnsucht bringt mich nicht um. ScheiA? auf die neue Mitte, Propaganda kann uns mal! "Friss
Tag dran glauben. Oh, ich liebe dieses Leben, das bisschen Sehnsucht bringt mich nicht um. Schei? auf die neue Mitte, Propaganda kann uns mal! "Friss
Traduzione: Die Toten Hosen. Eat Or Die.
I taste the leather Of your skin on another Do what you must dear Don't look down- Down on me 'cause you- you are only That which you see Black is the
Take this kiss upon the brow And in parting from you now Thus much let me avow Yet if hope has flown away In a night or in a day And all that we see
It was many years ago, by the sounding sea There lived a maiden known as
By a route obscure and lonely Haunted by ill angels only Where an Eidolon name Night On a black throne reigns upright I have reached those lands but
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven That rustle through the unquiet heaven Uneasily, from morn till even Over the violets there that lie In myriad
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Broken is the golden bowl, the spirit flown forever Let the bell toll And Guy de Vere - hast thou no tear? Weep now or nevermore Let the burial rite
Thou wast all that to me For whom my soul did pine A green island in sea A fountain and a shrine A dream to bright to last But to be overcast A voice
Twas noontide of summer And it was mid-time of night Star in their orbits shining Pale, so pale through the light I gazed a while And I turn away to
