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Puzzle
Running barefoot on the asphalt,
stumbling over thoughts -
I do not want to remember these disputes,
let's leave behind the walls of the quarrel.
When it rains outside the windows,
when I wait and know that you will not come.
When my heart flies into the fire.
When I have the old album in my hands,
I remember, Where I was with you running across the roofs,
Later watched at midnight. And now, we are not now,
Understand that I could unravel your world.
The sun no longer shines brightly for us.
So deep that it does not reach their anchor.
It hurts so much, and I don’t understand
How to wipe the spots from your soul.
Again, crazy. Say what a bullshit it is!
Why is our love than without a plot?
The door is closed, only the eyes are open.
I'm drunk in the Blackboard, writing you posts on Twitter.
Understand that we broke everything ourselves
that we once suddenly became others.
Now I do not collect this puzzle.
Now I do not forget these phrases.
Understand that we broke everything ourselves
that we once suddenly became others.
Now I do not collect this puzzle.
Now I do not forget these phrases.
Accelerate and jump.
Fly, despite the loss.
I do not want to remember what was,
I do not want to make our lives come true.
And we do not see the whole truth,
Love is only a dream, but it can be real.
We are not with you - I just dreamed it
Our feelings are at one's mercy.
The sun no longer shines brightly for us.
So deep that it does not reach their anchor.
It hurts so much, and I don’t understand
How to wipe the spots from your soul.
Again, crazy. Say what a bullshit it is!
Why is our love than without a plot?
The door is closed, only the eyes are open.
I'm drunk in the Blackboard, writing you posts on Twitter.
Understand that we broke everything ourselves
that we once suddenly became others.
Now I do not collect this puzzle.
Now I do not forget these phrases.
Understand that we broke everything ourselves
that we once suddenly became others.
Now I do not collect this puzzle.
Now I do not forget these phrases.
Juanita
Do you know Juanita1?
she has two-colored eyes,
her teeth are crooked and she has three...
with her...nails she scratched the floor.
[Spoken]
- Those aren't the lyrics!
- there's children present...
Her braids are of wire
her legs are bent,
if I wasn't so ugly
perhaps I'd obtain her love.
[Spoken]
- It brings back memories...
- 1. -ita being a diminutive for 'little', lit. 'little Juana'.
The crazy Antonio
Milonga that you are thinking
what are you going to say,
don't come out with sadness,
I no longer think of that.
Iron bridge over the scrubland,
aimless water, like in the sea,
the moon was abandoning it
and it inundated in the mudhole.
The crazy Antonio loved it more,
wherries and wooden oars,
the ebbs used to find him
thinking and smoking.
Across the bridge, milonga,
remember there's a place
where the herons moan
next to a spring.
Think that in those days
that you want to remember
the Santa Lucia was there
with its bridges and its channel.
Iron bridge over the scrubland,
floods, like in the sea,
the moon was abandoning it
and it inundated in the mudhole.
The crazy Antonio loved it more,
wherries and wooden oars,
the ebbs used to find him
looking to the channel.
- 1. A stream in Uruguay
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Hundert Lives
The first cigarette smoke followed you closely by whiskey smell
And the great love, the one man never forgets
At the beginning, no one wanted to leave
But then we also discovered
That life is behind the sign
The teachers were always trying hard
Fridays were fired up
No, at that time there was no loneliness
Never play it safe
Day after day see siblings
Every age also has its time
We have experienced a lot
A story that always stays with us
And we have seen a lot
That is good enough for hundred lives
Without our yesterday, I would not be looking forward to tomorrow
It is not that what counts
A time
That is good enough for hundred lives
That is good enough for hundred lives
Our old streets look like time has stopped here
I drive again with you all over
Melle is long gone
Christian brings his son to bed
And Ben and I do not really have much time
Just looked in and laughed a lot
And one of my friends says
I look like my dad just with a beard
Everything like before, as if we were kids again
To go away from here was also really hard
We have experienced a lot
A story that always stays with us
And we have seen a lot
That is good enough for hundred lives
Without our yesterday, I would not be looking for tomorrow
It is not that what counts
A time
That is good enough for hundred lives
A time, that is good enough for hundred lives
We do not know what's coming
We only know what stays forever
We have experienced a lot
A story that always stays with us
And we have seen a lot
That is good enough for hundred lives
Without our yesterday, I would not be looking for tomorrow
It is not that what counts
A time
That is good enough for hundred lives
That is good enough for hundred lives