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Palazzo
by tjar...
- Geburtstag:
- 27.06.1987 (36)
- Mitglied seit:
- 19.07.2005
- Geschlecht:
- männlich
- letzter Login:
- 02.11.2011 - 10:33
- Beziehungsstatus:
- In einer Beziehung
- Profil Views:
- 10516
- Stadt:
- 02828 Görlitz
- Beruf/Klasse:
- Azubi Krankenpfleger
- Größe:
- 185cm
- Gewicht:
- mmhh...
- Augenfarbe:
- braun
- Haarfarbe:
- mmhh...
- Frisur:
- mmhh...
Und es kommt ein Tag im Herbst, da schaut dir Gott mitten ins Herz. Hast du dein, du wartest kniend, Leben hier verdient?
''Egal wohin du gehst, was du auch erlebst
wirst nie vergessen wer du bist, woher du kommst bleibt dir im Kopf
deinen Wurzeln bleibst du treu DU BIST EIN EASTSIDEBOY''
Dropkick Murphys - The Green Fields Of France
oh how do you do, young willy mcbride
do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside
and rest for a while in the warm summer sun
i've been walking all day, and im nearly done
and i see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
when you joined the great fallen in 1916
well i hope you died quick
and i hope you died clean
oh willy mcbride, was is it slow and obscene
did they beat the drums slowly
did they play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
and did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
in some loyal heart is your memory enshrined
and though you died back in 1916
to that loyal heart you're forever nineteen
or are you a stranger without even a name
forever enshrined behind some old glass pane
in an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained
and faded to yellow in a brown leather frame
did they beat the drums slowly
did they play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
the sun shining down on these green fields of france
the warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance
the trenches have vanished long under the plow
no gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now
but here in this graveyard that's still no mans land
The the countless white crosses in mute witness stand
till' man's blind indifference to his fellow man
and a whole generation were butchered and damned
and i can't help but wonder oh willy mcbride
do all those who lie here know why they died
did you really believe them when they told you the cause
did you really believe that this war would end wars
well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
the killing and dying it was all done in vain
oh willy mcbride it all happened again
and again, and again, and again, and again
Onkelzfanztreffen 2007 - Ferropolis
...Und wem es nicht gefällt, soll sich zu hause ekeln
Wolfgang Petri hören und Freundschaftsbänder häkeln...
Den Wahnsinn stehts im Blick...
...glühende Saiten. Blut an der Hand
Meine Sucht hat einen Namen
NOTENBRAND
Rebellen der Großstadt
..::::::::Vogelfrei::::::::..
,,...Du Wirst Dich Verändern Nicht Mehr Der Selbe Sein
Ob Zum Guten Oder Schlechten Liegt Ganz An Dir Allein
Das Heimweh Und Die Angst Das Du Etwas Verpasst
Es Wird Vieles Leichter Werden Auch Diese Grosse Last.''
''Egal wohin du gehst, was du auch erlebst
wirst nie vergessen wer du bist, woher du kommst bleibt dir im Kopf
deinen Wurzeln bleibst du treu DU BIST EIN EASTSIDEBOY''
Dropkick Murphys - The Green Fields Of France
oh how do you do, young willy mcbride
do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside
and rest for a while in the warm summer sun
i've been walking all day, and im nearly done
and i see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
when you joined the great fallen in 1916
well i hope you died quick
and i hope you died clean
oh willy mcbride, was is it slow and obscene
did they beat the drums slowly
did they play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
and did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
in some loyal heart is your memory enshrined
and though you died back in 1916
to that loyal heart you're forever nineteen
or are you a stranger without even a name
forever enshrined behind some old glass pane
in an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained
and faded to yellow in a brown leather frame
did they beat the drums slowly
did they play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
the sun shining down on these green fields of france
the warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance
the trenches have vanished long under the plow
no gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now
but here in this graveyard that's still no mans land
The the countless white crosses in mute witness stand
till' man's blind indifference to his fellow man
and a whole generation were butchered and damned
and i can't help but wonder oh willy mcbride
do all those who lie here know why they died
did you really believe them when they told you the cause
did you really believe that this war would end wars
well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
the killing and dying it was all done in vain
oh willy mcbride it all happened again
and again, and again, and again, and again
Onkelzfanztreffen 2007 - Ferropolis
...Und wem es nicht gefällt, soll sich zu hause ekeln
Wolfgang Petri hören und Freundschaftsbänder häkeln...
Den Wahnsinn stehts im Blick...
...glühende Saiten. Blut an der Hand
Meine Sucht hat einen Namen
NOTENBRAND
Rebellen der Großstadt
..::::::::Vogelfrei::::::::..
,,...Du Wirst Dich Verändern Nicht Mehr Der Selbe Sein
Ob Zum Guten Oder Schlechten Liegt Ganz An Dir Allein
Das Heimweh Und Die Angst Das Du Etwas Verpasst
Es Wird Vieles Leichter Werden Auch Diese Grosse Last.''
letzte Änderung: 25.09.2008 - 17:13
