Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December. But the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame.
My love must be a kind of blind love. I can't see anyone but you. Sha bop sha bop. . Are the stars out tonight. I don't know if it's cloudy or bright.
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?.
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.
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.
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.
THIS IS NOT THE BEGINNING OF LIFE. THIS IS NOT THE TRUTH. BUT I'M WONDERING. OH, NO... ARE YOU PLAYING AGAIN WITH ME?. 'CAUSE THERE IS NOTHING MORE INSIDE YOU HEART.
Ik moet hard lachen als je vraagt hoe het gaat. Je geeft een slap handje hebt wat prietpraat paraat. Je likt je naar boven maar je hoort in de goot. Paling in een emmer snot, val maar dood!.
The boys are made - up of confidence. And metallic hearts. Greeting for glory. they' re Trapped inside. a promising show. . the girls are made up of innocence.
Fools, punks and skins united as one. Don't talk about politics just have fun. People say we're scumbags, but we don't care. We will never disappear, we're always be here.