Pourquoi me reveiller, o souffle du printemos? Sur mon front je sens tes caresses. Et pourtant bien proche est le temps Des orages et des tristesses.
Translation: Laurie Anderson. O Superman (For Massenet).
Werde ich wohl niemals haben Ich werde für andere Leute arbeiten Bis ans Grab Vom leichten Leben kann ich nur träumen Und von Massen Massen
Translation: Tracy Chapman. Masses.
[Lyrics: Killian] [Music: Demmel, Flynn] Land Of Old, This Soil I Now See Turns Grey. Looking On, I See Crowds That Stand Against Tyrant Guns, Blow Them
Hit back burn black Turned off naked in belief Unjust and unheard My eyes have never seen Wanna get it gonna give it to you You got a lesson got a lesson
Hello, it's us again We're still so in love with you And yes, we mean it too Yes, we're so in love with you Hello, it's us again You thought you were
es ist das leben, das ihr das leben nimmt es ist die wahrheit, leider, wenn das mit seiner lA?ge stimmt sie schluckt es runter, doch der nachgeschmack
I won't buy a word you sold me I'm goin' places you never dreamed about So tired of stupid stories I'll write a song the world can sing aloud We'll break
The beat of war reigns on Can you hear the sound of marching drums? And bullets fill the sky Men kill to show their nation's pride The smell of death
Now everybody put on your dance shoes It's time we all got footloose, just follow me I?m making time to cut up the floor It's in your eyes and I want
I?m alive when I?m missing you I?m heading out for the lone star state And flying over Santa Fe I?m looking out at a mountain range I brace myself for
Picture perfect turned to worthless Bittersweet, the taste is like ash in my mouth Love, we had it, you're a bad habit I'm ready to give you up, I give
I?m chasing time, looking for a beat Open your eyes and repeat after me You try so hard to find a rhythm in your heartbeat The less you know the more
It's a war in your bedroom baby I?d cut off my tongue for just a taste Of a piece of your flesh my darlin' I've got no time to hesitate The bathroom?
Prepare the masses 'cause this means war And if it's a fight they want, we'll bring the hell they're looking for With bullets blazing, the cowards hit
To all those listening, this is my story About a confused girl and our boy, that's boring So either look at me, stupid and awkward But you leave and tell
