Paroles:
Peter Gabriel Eindringling

, der stockt und dann fragt, was da war Ich fuehl die kalte seide, geruch in kleidern ganz sonderbar Eindringling, gluecklich nachts nur Eindringling kommt Eindringling

Atem, der stockt und dann fragt, was da war Ich fuehl die kalte Seide, Geruch in Kleidern ganz sonderbar Eindringling, gluecklich nachts nur Eindringling kommt Eindringling

I know something about opening windows and doors I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors I know where to find precious things

I know something about opening windows and doors I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors I know where to find precious things

Traduction: Peter Gabriel. Intrus.

I know something about opening windows and doors I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors I know where to find precious things