Deine Lakaien - My spring

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My winter searches
My coldness needs
My sun shines
My night lies
My spring will come

My winter is searching you
My coldness needs you
My sun is shining
My night is lying
My spring will come

My winter is searching you now that you are gone
My coldness doesnt need you anymore
My suns dont shine for long
My night lies in snow and frost
My spring will come
My spring will come
Will become
Your winter

Inne utwory

  • Mindmachine
  • Wasted years
  • Fish
  • Lonely
  • Traitors
  • The dive
  • Love me to the end
  • Down,down,down
  • Nightmare
  • Testosterone
  • Hands white
  • Away
  • Follow me
  • 2Nd sun
  • Bells of another land
  • Losowe utwory

    Dame de lotus

    Je suis enterrée vivante
    Contente de moi
    Au-dessus des eaux stagnantes
    Contemple
    Contemple-moi là

    Dame de lotus

    Je suis enterrée vivante
    Contente de moi
    Entre deux roseaux tu penches
    Etanche
    Regarde-moi là

    Qu importent les dames de lotus
    J effeuille les dames de lotus
    Ni moins ni plus qu une dame de lotus

    Je suis enterrée vivante
    Contente de moi
    Au-dessus des eaux stagnantes
    Contemple
    Contemple-moi là

    Dame de...

    Morning light

    [Intro]
    Father, forgive me for I have sinned
    You know, we all fall short in the glory of God ya know
    But uh, true life is just so har you know
    Espically when you tryin to find a way out
    All I need is a...

    One more kiss

    (PART ONE)
    At sunset you hear the soft parade is coming
    And the cars and the beast behind, they all start humming
    And ooh you got a cool machine, so let s get it runnin
    We ll break the silence of the night and you...

    Pocztówka z Avignon

    Most nie spina już
    dawno brzegów rzeki
    most, czy tylko przeszłości znak
    dalej leci ptak
    klaksony aut, turystów gwar
    z pamiątkami ogromny kram
    jak w każdym z innych miast
    kogo obchodzą losy tych
    tancerzy dawnych dni
    tańczących w blasku gwiazd
    tylko echa grzmią
    avignon, avignon, avignon
    mur, milcząca straż
    przed...

    One more astronaut

    One more astronaut in black skin
    Of universe
    One more travellin man
    With heavy tired eyes, feeling cold
    Thinking around the clock of drinking
    On the job, of the powdered food
    And piss bags, never having sex and growing old

    Headspace...alive...