boomerang Je n'aurais pas du le laisser signer Wolfgang Wolfgang et moi Ca n'allait pas tout seul Il etait fort en gueule Moi sur la clef de fa fafafafa... Wolfgang
Wolfgang lernte Fotografie auf dem Foto spielen die Kinder mit dem Sand (...) Muscheln fallen aus ihrer Hand wenn die anderen langst schon lagen und schliefen sa? Wolfgang
Counting all different ideas drifting away Past and present, they don't matter now the future's sorted out Watch her move in elliptical patterns Think
Dahlias, they come from me A promise to get well That ain't working, thinking that you're no good Don't worry 'cause I'm not the kind to kiss and tell
Fences in a row, fences in a row Why are they protecting in Rome? If only the necessary silhouette Unknown join a dis, dis, dissident Carried away, hide
Where would you go? Not long ago I've been thinking out loud why so suddenly? Don't you know? Don't do it What you do, oh what you do to me Forever is
Tired out, not a miracle in days Deciders for the lonely whispering tears You try out for nothing then you drop dead, not a miracle in years Leisure for
So sentimental, not sentimental no Romantic not disgusting yet Darling, I'm down and lonely when with the fortunate only I've been looking for something
Acres Visible horizon Right where it starts and ends When did we start the end? Acres Visible illusion Where it starts it ends Love like a sunset
Who's the boy you like the most? Is he teasing you with underage? Could he be waving from a tropical sunset? Static silhouette somehow Single in this
Countdown unless you're juvenile, let's go God bless you're amiss somewhere We're sick for the big sun It doesn't matter what you did and if you did like
"Schau, da liegt a Leich im Rinnsal, 's Bluat rinnt in' Kanal!" "Heast, des is makaber: Da liegt ja a Kadaver!" "Wer is denn des, kennst du den?" "Bei
Du bist die Blume aus dem Gemeindebau, ich wei? ganz genau, du bist die richt'ge Frau fur mich, du Blume aus dem Gemeindebau. Ohne dich war' dieser Bau
Am Freitog auf'd Nocht montier' i die Schi auf mei Auto, und donn begib' i mi in's Stubeitoi oder noch Zoll am See, weu durt auf die Berg' ob'n ham's
I hob ma nix dabei gedocht, wie's plotzlich mitt'n in da Nocht laut', und i den Horer nimm, und a sonore Mannerstimm sogt: "T'schuidig
Butzi heast, wia manst denn des, wo ich heit so lang woa? Na, i wa ned wo des herkommt auf mein Sakko, des blonde Hoa. Des kann doch
A jeder glaubt von Zeit zu Zeit es rennt eam was davon, wa net, da si' in Wirklichkeit nur wenig wirklich lohnt. Guat drauf sei mua?
net wor, weu olle Tot'n feiern heite seine erscht'n hundert Johr'. (Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday!...) (This song was released by Wolfgang
