Woorden:
Landser

Vertaling: 88. Landser het dat ooit zal geven.

: Geloschten Text

Ah, don't touch that dial Here's a word about my ex-girlfriend Towards the end conflict off and on And I told her one night, "Honey every time we fight

The sun is setting in on England's green and pleasant land AT dusk I leave the town to tear the fences down And I ignore the voice of education sighing

Gods on high, behold...! To thee I reach for might Long ago in the northern lands They sacrificed for might Brothers Three who killed to give Mortals

I don?t talk much to you And you don?t talk much to me There?s fifteen things that you?d have to change Till I considered you to be Something slightly

Cold silence of never-ending space Green distance of mountains Steps into the unknown Dark depth oceans Old sanctuary of mother earth I'm looking for

It doesn't matter if you're rich or poor If you're old or young Everybody, every now and then Has got to have some fun So turn up the music, turn up

The full conscience of the cosmic harmony Of the ancient soul and the metaphysics substance of the environment The ancient soul lives inside us, unintentionally