1. Durch Feld und Buchenhallen bald singend bald fröhlich still recht lustig sei vor allen wer's Reisen wählen will recht lustig sei vor
Wei?t du was, wir gehen dorthin, wo das Gras geschoren und der Spa? geboren ist, verloren ist im Vornherein noch nichts und es ware nichts, ware man nicht
Translation: Sportfreunde Stiller. Hockey (Field).
Translation: Traditional. And by box book halls.
dazu weil glucklich ist nur der der auch vergisst Ich bin mein Tagebuch zu Hause fur nichts gut stehe auf der Mine schlafe auf dem Feld und kein Heim
Lied dazu weil glucklich ist nur der der auch vergisst Ich bin mein Tagebuch zu Hause fur nichts gut stehe auf der Mine schlafe auf dem Feld und kein
Mein Blick schweift fern In Weiten tief Und verliert sich am Horizont Um mich die Welt sie weht und tobt Und tosend tausender Winde Nun den Nebeln
In the tree-lined cities in forgotten fields Some are born too pretty, some are born too real Some to death-wish pity, while the selfish steal Some ground
[Paris] Take it back to the days when we raised us up 'Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain Puttin wood on
There's a call that rings for the one who sings to those now gone astray Saying come ye men and your load of sin there at the altar lay You don't seem
I left my old home to ramble this country My mother and dad said, "Son don't go wrong Remember that God will always watch over you And we will be waiting
You went out again and again But I'm missin' you today I don't know why you went away? And there's so much more to say But I'll be with you someday So
Who's a little Caesar Taking all the world Who's a little Caesar Breaking all the records Who's a little Caesar Who's a little Caesar Who's a little
Oh, the sun rolls down big as a miracle And fades from the Midwest sky And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze As if to say goodbye Oh my grandfather
Lookin' up the sleeve of confidence, I jump down from the fence Been a long time since I've felt this way, let the feeling stay Reaching for the arms
The darkness, the coal mines knew it best When the daylight headed west and disappeared Progression, on the morning goes But regardless no one knows the
Well they left then in the mornin' A hundred pairs of wings in the light moved together In the colors of the mornin' I looked to the clouds in the cirrus
