Ich werde langsam wach weil ich in der Kalte friere, gestern Nacht bin ich wohl nicht in meinem Bett geblieben Ich liege gestreckt auf ner wiese zum sehenden
Ho preso il treno Lasciando il nostro addio Sulle tue labbra Al posto mio Ho spento il cielo Per non vedere piu? Com?e la vita Senza di te La solitudine
tief geht Hab ich nicht kommen sehn Draussen fallt der Regen Als ob die Seele weint Ich find nicht mehr raus Aus dem Labyrinth Hab ich nur getraumt? Von hier bis
leck mir meine Wunden Denn ich blute schon seit Stunden Scheinbar willst du kampfen bis zum Schluss Ich werde kampfen bis zum Schluss Schluss ich werde kampfen bis
Via, via, vieni via di qui, niente piu ti lega a questi luoghi, neanche questi fiori azzurri? via, via, neache questo tempo grigio pieno di musiche
La mort a pour moi le visage d'une enfant Au regard transparent Son corps habile au raffinement de l'amour Me prendras pour toujours Elle m'appelle par
(Trennungslied von Mozart) Die Engel Gottes weinen, wo Liebende sich trennen, wie werd ich leben konnen, o Madchen, ohne dich? Ein Fremdling allen Freuden
für siedoch du kannst den frieden sehn,wie berge in der ferne ich will mit dir gehn mit meinen liedern von hier bis an die sterne...
In the late 1990's, into the twentieth century The Idols, The Press Darlings are the faceless DJ?s That's not to say that I'm not a techno, disco lover
I'm stronger now, I've been through everything and I won't go down Nothing is bigger than me, I feel empowered I'm shouting louder, now can you hear the
My heart beats fast As I try to forget what's hiding in my head Will it ever change or will it end? Some days I can't pretend Well, everything will be
Looking for a friend, I felt you whisper in my ear The sound was muffled, But the meaning it was clear 'get out of my life', you said 'i don't want you
I am a computer and I dance like metronome I am now invading thru the TV in your home But you won't see me as I make you a code jerk I am stationary,
You think you're everything in one Go home at weekends have some fun Beat up you're wife the kids are hurt Just 'cos she didn't iron yr shirt How can
Telling you it's your life like it's patronizing advice You don't take heed, tour conscience feeds off Being above those needs One, two. three, four,
on soon we'll give you the beat So we can see the best dancing feet And we can find a disco whizz So here's a chorus by the pop group bis You've got
Your beats are at the office, sir Your beats are at the office, sir Your beats are at the office, sir Your beats are at the office, sir Your beats are
Is hate really negative, is love really positive? It's not place to speak about emotion Other side of my face, dealing with devotion Who will want to
