I'm walking slowly. Down a road I've never been before. And the only. Light I see is shining on a door. That leads to a world inside my heart, my heart, my heart.
Its another shadow. Casted on my wall. Like someones watching. That I do not fall. Another conscience. Driving me insane. As though I cant fight. It still remains.
Attentie attentie. Hier volgt een EO-dienst mededeling. Al de in dit nummer voorkomende vunzige taal sedert uitspraken of personen. Berusten niet op historische of waargebeurde feiten.
Mein Grossvater hasst euch. Er sagt "Das sind alles schweine". Die haben so viet kaputt gemacht, ich kann sie nicht leiden. . Aber das war 50 Jahre her, seitdem ist viel geschehen.
Everything was quiet in a peaceful winterland. One day there came four boys, walking hand in hand. The boys were just walking not knowing where to go.
Do you believe it?. She wrote it all herself. You really buy it?. Because she looks so good. Don't you see it?. How they do my riffs. Don't you hear it?.
Intense aggressions, I'm burning inside. Want to speak out my emotions, end up my fight. I know I can't put them away any longer. My sense says no but my emotions are stronger.
I walk in the streets and there is no one there. I hear a voice and there is no one there. I see a market square but no one is there. I reach a hand out but no one is there.
What's a million dollars if your girl's been abused?. What's a fancy Rolls Royce if your friend is being accused?. What's a noble lady if she's got cancer in her head?.
New York, Ti Adoro!. . Verse 1:. New York, I love you. To be with you again. You are my gift, my shining star. There you are. New York, I adore you. My gateway to the world.
Adrenaline!. Verse 1:. I'm on my bike, I'm gonna ride, I'm gonna fly. Freedom, freedom!. I want it all, I want it now. Freedom, freedom, freedom!. . Sub-chorus:.
He was jus fourteen and he was white. A smart person? yes. A hero? Oh no not quite. He had no friends, he was always on his own. He wasn't accepted, he wasn't full-grown.
We call ourselves real civilized. but possession is our master. I think we're just paralyzed. Our greed is our disaster. . Look at your lovely furcoat.
If I look around in society today. I just can't find the words. I don't know what to say. Hatred has replaced. compassion and respect. We seem to accept.
Gotta ask, gotta ask, gotta ask ourselves; why do they hate us?. What have I done, what have I done to deserve Jihad?. Maybe you're right, maybe you're right, time for self-reflection.
It's not about the glamour, not about the chicks. It's just about this feeling, just about these kicks. It's not the sale of records, not me the shining star.
Der Druck ist gross auf seinem Schultern. Doch hat die Jagd nicht mal begonnen. . Der Waffenknechte ist voll bepackt. Und stolpernd er versucht zu folgen.
It's not about the glamour, not about the chicks. It's just about this feeling, just about these kicks. It's not the sale of records, not me the shining star.
Auf der Strasse liegt ein Mann. Der sich nicht mehr bewegen kannEr hat gekämpft mit großem Mut. Hat bezahlt dafür mit Blut. . Hat nur getan was jeder tut.