Prijevod: La Gossa Sorda. Batist Ceba.
Hey, welcome home I got a little wine Some marvin gaye Come on and taste me Come on and take me, I'm yours Dance, little sister, dance This is my girl
Oh I never sneeze when you're around, and you never think I have a cold, but when I'm all alone I I Ityshoo I need, you and a box of handkerchiefs...
We've all heard of Rudolph and his shiny nose.. And we all know frosty who's made out of snow.. But all of those stories seem kind of, Gay.. Cos we
quickly the sound comes shaking the window stands near the glass sign- breaking silence waking from charming sleep. to raise the covers the bed. and after
Holy John lives down by the water Bathing sinners and he wants your daughter Telling people that they'd better repent Telling your daughter it was him
Entschuldigen Sie, ist das der Sonderzug nach Pankow ich muß mal eben dahin, mal eben nach Ost-Berlin ich muß da was klären, mit eurem
Making you wish we never met Won't solve a goddamn thing I know. I've got this lump in my throat It's tearing me up like draino. Inhale you like gasoline
If the sacheting of gentlemen Gives you grievance now and then What's needed are some memories of plaining lakes Those plaining lakes will surely calm
I walk for miles inside this pit of danger. A place where no one follows me, I walk alone. I'm sick of all these people talkin' out their heads. I
You've been treatin' me like dirt now you don't care how I hurt now But there's no thing you better try and understand You gonna come home one of these
Oh hanky spanky you know I can make you feel right With a clap on your ass That makes you satisfied Spanking my hanky Is all what you like Oh give
we were out having a good time running through the cemetery we hopped on a grave and we flipped it with the caretaker's digging equipment yeah,
If the satcheting of gentlemen Gives you grievance now and then What's needed are some memories of planing lakes Those planing lakes will surely calm
Who are the baptists I want to drown them one by one Their on a bad trip You don't get the feeling Who are the valet I search for you and I This ain'
This television has a poison on it's breath. This counter culture of both wicked laws and death. It makes my eyes bleed everytime I turn around. How
If the satcheting of gentlemen Gives you grievance now and then What's needed are some memories of planing lakes those planing lakes will surely calm
