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Treib einen Farren nach Montpellier,
kommt er heim, er bleibt ein Stier.

   
         
 
    My Heart, My Soul And - Me

The night goes by, the dawn is long
I'm still sitting close to the water.
The sea is rough and grasping strong
for stars, leaving their lightening order.


I'm waiting for two friends of mine
I've lost, while we were fleeing the fire.
The world burns down behind a shine,
gobbling all, my loves, my trees and my desire.


But wait, what's this? Is that their call?
Who's crossing the dune so near?
Oh God .. both! Damaged! Hurt! Broken all!
I can't hold back, nor hide - my endless tears.


...

You said you love me, so be sure,
not only „one" you'll pick up for free.
We only beg to comfort us - soon
my heart, my soul, and - me.


It's so useless talking about
the pain I carry on with me.
I only hope your blood is red, will flow - once
deep in my heart, deep in my soul, and deep - in me.


...

The night goes by, the dawn is long
I'm still sitting close to the water.
The sea is rough and grasping strong
for all... leaving its lightening order.
     
   
     
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