you feel, Try like you feel, feel it ...! Try to escape, Cry to escape, escape it ...! It's so hard to run away He's a virgin killer ... No, no, no,
Hey little Donna, sweet little Donna, I know You wanted my love and I gave it to you Hey little Donna, sweet little Donna, you know Goodbye is hello, '
Wake up, man, it's late but not too late It's six o'clock like everyday Get your things, run and forget the rain Take power pills, don't miss your train
Force yourself to use your brain The only way to gain A lot of things are just a lie This world we love comes down in pain With hate and bloody games
Fire in her eyes Perfume of the skies Fingers cold as ice freeze Devil in disguise Well, she's a, she's a Well, she's a, she's a You know that she's
In the night there is A gentle voice of silence So low and quiet She'll catch me 'cos I've been longing I want to walk in your park 'Cos I'm alone I
Ooh, dark meditation Your second sight can show my light In a crystal ball Sweet are the days, intoxication Crow-black, the nights caging my mind Behind
Down, down That's bringing me down Stars in the sky Seem to fall to the ground Time, time I'm chasing the time Stars in the sky Seem to be turning round
Cry like you feel Try like you feel, feel it Try to escape Cry to escape, escape it It's so hard to run away He's a virgin killer No, no, no, can't
The yellow raven sipped the air Of thunder and of rain The yellow raven sipped the air Gentle eyes kissing the rain Where do you go, fantastic dream
Traduction: Scorpions. Virgin Killer.
: Music: Rudolf Schenker Lyrics: Klaus Meine, Ulrich Roth Ooh! Dark meditation, Your second sight can show my light In a crystal ball. Sweet are the
: Music: Rudolf Schenker Lyrics: Klaus Meine In the night there is A gentle voice of silence So low and quiet She'll catch me 'cos I've been longing
: Music: Rudolf Schenker Lyrics: Klaus Meine Wake up man it's late but not too late, It's six o'clock like everyday! Get your things run and forget
: Music: Rudolf Schenker Lyrics: Klaus Meine Hey little Donna, sweet little Donna I know You wanted my love and I gave it to you. Hey little Donna,
: Music: Ulrich Roth Lyrics: Ulrich Roth Fire in her eyes ... burn ... Perfume of the skies ... Fingers cold as ice ... freeze ... Devil in disguise
