Sie giessen dir Benzin in'n leeren Tank 'rein.. Sie biegen dir 'ne Beule wieder hin.. Sie wechseln dir 'nen Reifen. wenn er platt ist.. Mh. die gelben Engel vom ADAC.
Deutschland ist. die Elbe bei Cuxhaven. . das grüne Gras im Allgäu. . der Timmendorfer Strand. . der rote Fels von Helgoland.. . Deutschland ist. Goethes Haus in Weimar.
Ich stand mit meinem Seesack in der Kälte und ich fror. . hielt den Daumen steif im Wind. und mir ging's mies.. Da hielt 'n alter Diesel. und ich macht' es mir bequem..
Er hiess Dankwart und war Tankwart. an der Autobahn von Köln nach Wuppertal.. Es war Sommer '78. und Benzin war reichlich teuer überall.. Und ich sehe noch die Schlangen.
Adios Amigo. adios good-bye.. Du weißt. eine Freundschaft zerbricht für uns zwei.. Wir lieben sie beide. doch einer muß geh'n.. Und der Blick ihrer augen.
When you love someone. You'll do anything. You'll do all the crazy things that you can't explain. You'll shoot the moon. Put out the sun. When you love someone.
Joseph walked to Bethlehem. Found no room there at the inn. And knowing not what was to be. He lay beside her patiently. Waitin' on Mary. . The shepherds watched, the stars grew bright.
Well an old friend from his old end of town dropped by today. And way down deep inside me something died. When she came 'round to see him that way. Here it comes again, that same old chilly wind will blow.
The Answer (work tape). by Gretchen Peters/Lori McKenna. I believe in a strong cup of coffee. Dressing up for church on Sunday. And taking it all in. I believe in shooting star wishes.
On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota. I thought I saw you there. With the snow falling down around you. Like a silent prayer. And once on a street in New York City.
Deep in December, the year has grown old. The days have grown dark and the nights have turned cold. And the hurts that we harbor, the debts that we owe.
What babe is this who cries no tears?. Who brought you forth, who laid you here?. A little child, a tiny thing. How can it be they call you king?. . A baby in a manger born.
Carmelita was a street angel but she kept her halo hid. Never learned to read or write so well, she was just a farmer's kid. She took communion at the age of twelve, she wore a cross of wood.
I drive a cab in Brooklyn, I like my job okay. Nobody breathin' down my neck, I just drive around all day. I meet all kinds of people, I've got the gift of gab.
All these working weary drunken rattled friends around me. Shuffle, panic madly up and down the line. Hoppers, dopers, sober smokers confounding everybody.
Tell me what you want. Tell me what you crave. I'll be your lord and master. Your joker or your slave. This I'd do. If you don't like my peaches. Cause you don't know where they're grown.
She's a sad, sad girl. A sad, sad, girl. She don't try to fight it. Won't try to hide it. A sad, sad, girl. . Was it always so?. Did her heart start that low?.
Down from the sky. Up from the raging sea. In the blink of an eye. Water's all you can see. . All you could hear was the wind and rain. Nobody told us 'bout a hurricane.
Your simple dreams,. your careful steps. You`ve never missed. a thing I said. The thunder cracks. and you shake with fear. Who will hold you. if you`re not here.
The sun is shining. On the Belfast road today. It's been so long. I thought the clouds were here to stay. Now folks are lined up. To hear the music play.