Freitag, 23. März 2012

Ich laufe nie durch die Stadt, um dich zufällig zu treffen.

Why would you try to make me friends with them soldiers.
When you know that I've never been familiar with orders.
When you know that my heart is in a pretty disorder.
And you should know that in my heart you fill every corner.
And someday you'll see that all I want is to please.
Next time I'll try it another way.

[...]
How many summers will it take?
How many summers will I wait?
How many shoulders will I break?

Why would I carry such a weight on my shoulders.
Why am I always by your side when you're down.
Why did I help you build a beautiful house.
And why did I break my back for you in the cold.
Because someday you'll see next time I'll try it another way.
[The Dø.On my shoulder]

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