Walther war nicht groß. war eher klein. trotzdem behauptet er. von den Kleinen einer der Größte zu sein.. Seine Frau. die Marie. sah noch ganz gut aus für ihr Alter.
Halika na, pasukin natin ang mundo ng laro. Mike Kosa masmatindi pa sa mga egoy at kano. Kapag bumanat sa mic katumbas ko'y ilang tumbok. Sa aking dila na hindi na nagbabago ng tunog.
I used to roam all night long. I lurked the streets late at night. I ain't never comin' home. But loneliness is part of the game. And misery loves company.
I have this vision, I keep inside me. I've told to nobody else. Baby, I'm gonna share it with you. 'Cause I can't keep it all to myself. . I could tell you I don't want you.
Here sitting all alone. In the stillness of my room. Silence fills the room. Where I once held you. . There's a breeze around me. A memory that chills me.
Late at night when you're all alone. I'll be there for you. After dark when you're on your own. I'll be your dream come true. . When I lay my head to sleep.
There's a song that's inside of my soul. It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again. I'm awake in the infinite cold. But You sing to me over and over and over again.
I was under the boss when they made him. And I was made a short time after that. I was under oath when I testified. I'm under government protection. Now they're calling me a rat.
(Mikael Glago). . I find it hard. to see what you're seeing. what once was ours is lost in a dream. I can feel the heat. when I look into your eyes. would you comfort me.
I can't believe anything. Every year it's the same. Chew me up. Spit me out again. . Oh, I've seen it all. Winter, summer, fall. I love you with my eyes.
So wild, perfect design, nothing about her is mild. Hot like the Moroccan nights, nothing can cool her down. Sparks fly when she arrives, lady's like dynamite.
I don't want to be here. There's no place like home. We're miles apart, I'm torn. . The absence makes my heart grow fonder baby. I miss your warm embrace.
Bones, dead and gone. But you, wont let them fall by the way. . Ghosts, floated on. Still you, wont let them vanish away. . Cemeteries. You're digging up your enemies.
I'm Mr. Amateur. On the freeway. I'm Mr. Amateur. With a cupcake. . And I couldn't fly. And I couldn't make where to go. So I stood alone with dirty face.
Mornings will be kind to you in the future. Never mind the smog that makes your head hurt. Darling you could have that grave garden. Darling you could finish the things you started.
And he sings when he mops. Seems to help him a lot. Where there's uneven stairs. Mr. Landlord is there. . Well, he mops all day. Can't get away too long.
I saw Marion about to be swallowed up by the sea. Brings both minister and man to marry her. Soon you'll come home late and drunk. And throw a lantern that burns their house down.
Twelve-hours shifts were shifts of dreams. Twenty hours and sometimes more it seemed. You lived your lifetime in just one day. A years' work with just a week of pay.
What do you do when you've lost the will to live?. (Do you keep on going?). When you've had your fill, given all you have to give. (And there's no way of knowing).