Songtexte

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ja wahrscheinlich kennt er halt keine anderen lieder.....

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hey ihr alten spammer

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UHHHHHHHH ich hab Angst vor euch!!!!!

Natürlich kenn ich noch andere Lieder.

Backe Backe Kuchen

oda

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Michael Bublè

"Quando, Quando, Quando"
(feat. Nelly Furtado)

Tell me when will you be mine
Tell me quando quando quando
We can share a love devine
Please don't make me wait again

When will you say yes to me
Tell me quando quando quando
You mean happiness to me
Oh my lover tell me when

Every moments a day
Every day seems a lifetime
Let me show you the way
To a joy beyond compare

I can't wait a moment more
Tell me quando quando quando
Say its me that you adore
And then darling tell me when

Every moments a day
Every day seems a lifetime
Let me show you the way
To a joy beyond compare

I can't wait a moment more
Tell me quando quando quando
Say its me that you adore
And then darling tell me when

Whoa lover tell me when
Oh darling tell me when
Oh come on tell me when
Yea tell me when

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STS - Großvota

Wann Du vom Kriag erzeit host

wia Du am Russn Augn in Augn gegenübergstandn bist.

Ihr hobts eich gengseitig an Tschick anbotn,

die Hand am Abzug hobts zittert voa lauter Schiss.

Oder, Dei Frau die den ganzn Tog,

Dia die Ohrn vollgsungen hot.

Du host nur gsogt: “I hob sie gean,

i muass ned olles, was sie sogt, immer hean.“

Großvota!

Konnst du ned oba kommen auf an Schnellkaffee?

Großvota!

I mecht Dir so vui sogn wos i erst jetzt versteh!

Großvota!

Du wost mei erster Freind und des vergiss i nie!

Großvota!

Du wost koa Übermensch, hast a nie so don,

grod desweng war da irgendwie a Kraft.

Und durch die Art wia du dei Leben glebt host

hob i a Ahnung griagt, wia mas vielleicht schafft.

Dei Grundsatz war: „Zerst überleng,

a Meinung hom, dahinter stehn.

Niemals Gewoit, olles beredn,

aber a koa Angst voa irgendwem!“

Großvota!

Konnst du ned oba kommen auf an Schnellkaffee?

Großvota!

I mecht Dir so vui sogn wos i erst jetzt versteh!

Großvota!

Du wost mei erster Freind und des vergiss i nie!

Großvota!

Großvota!

Konnst du ned oba kommen auf an Schnellkaffee?

Großvota!

I mecht Dir so vui sogn wos i erst jetzt versteh!

Großvota!

Du wost mei erster Freind und des vergiss i nie!

Großvota!

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Ceterum censeo Austriam, Hollandium et Frankreichium esse delendum!

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Is bayerisch also für Fragen bitte an mich wenden

Zumal des Schriftbild ein bisschen komisch ist.

Tschüss

Ceterum censeo Austriam, Hollandium et Frankreichium esse delendum!

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will jetzt ja nicht ins wort fallen - aber klingt mehr österreichisch...


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Kein wunder das sie Aggro sind, 
wenn sie beim Unentschieden
hinten liegen!!!

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Chobbi du Schlumpf!

Es gibt kein Österreichisch!! Die sprechen ein abgewandeltes Bayerisch, welches, was ich an deiner Reaktion erkenne, im Schulunterricht nicht nur vernachlässigt sondern sogar links liegen gelassen wird, was ich wiederum als sehr traurig empfinde, da unsere Sprache dadurch immer mehr vom "Hochdeutschen" (Ausländisch) verdrängt wird, was mich wiederum Aggro macht.

*fürmehrbayrischanschulen*

Ceterum censeo Austriam, Hollandium et Frankreichium esse delendum!

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Klingt komisch (österreichisch) und is auch so!


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Rechtschreibfehler sind beabsichtigt und dienen der allgemeinen Belustigung

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The Streets - Dry your eyes

In one single moment your whole life can turn 'round
I stand there for a minute staring straight into the ground
Looking to the left slightly, then looking back down
World feels like it’s caved in – proper sorry frown
Please let me show you where we could only just be, for us
I can change and I can grow or we could adjust
The wicked thing about us is we always have trust
We can even have an open relationship, if you must
I look at her she stares almost straight back at me
But her eyes glaze over like she is looking straight through me
Then her eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity
When they open up she is looking down at her feet

Dry your eyes mate
I know it is hard to take but her mind has been made up
There is plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you have got to walk away now
It is over

So then I move my hand up from down by my side
It is shaking, my life is crashing before my eyes
Turn the palm of my hand up to face the skies
Touch the bottom of her chin and let out a sigh
Because I can’t imagine my life without you and me
There’s things I can’t imagine doing, things I can’t imagine seeing
It weren't supposed to be easy, surely
Please, please, I beg you please
She brings her hands up towards where my hands rested
She wraps her fingers round mine with the softness she’s blessed with
She peels away my fingers, looks at me and then gestures
By pushing my hand away to my chest, from hers

Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now
It’s over

And I’m just standing there, I can’t say a word
Because everythings just gone
I’ve got nothing
Absolutely nothing

Trying to pull her close out of bare desperation
Put my arms around her trying to change what she’s saying
Pull my head level with hers so she might engage in
Look into her eyes to make her listen again
I’m not gonna fucking, just fucking leave it all now
Because you said it'd be forever and that was your vow
And you’re gonna let our things simply crash and fall down
You’re well out of order now, this is well out of town
She pulls away, my arms are tightly clamped round her waist
Gently pushes me back and she looks at me straight
Turns around so she’s now got her back to my face
Takes one step forward, looks back, and then walks away

Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now
It’s over

I know in the past I’ve found it hard to say
Tellin’ you things, but not tellin’ straight
But the more I pull on your hand and say
The more you pull away

Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now.

Ceterum censeo Austriam, Hollandium et Frankreichium esse delendum!