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09.03.2019

End of the world

Tomorrow we'll go drag the kites behind the city.
On the hill where the wind blows the leaves into the hair.
Give me your hand not to believe the story.
By which everything ends and we are just waiting for our misfortune.
 
Race not reading what awaits us, the end of the world will come.
The tragedy that mankind will not survive is spreading.
And the last day is coming.
 
Tomorrow we'll go drag the kites behind the city.
On the hill where the wind blows the leaves into the hair.
Give me your hand not to believe the story.
By which everything ends and we are just waiting for our misfortune.
 
Every morning, more news that there is a time of destruction.
No one knows what's going on, the future is hopeless.
And the last day is coming.
 
Tomorrow we'll go drag the kites behind the city.
On the hill where the wind blows the leaves into the hair.
Give me your hand not to believe the story.
By which everything ends and we are just waiting for our misfortune.
 
Tomorrow we'll go drag the kites behind the city.
On the hill where the wind blows the leaves into the hair.
Give me your hand not to believe the story.
By which everything ends and we are just waiting for our misfortune.
 
Tomorrow we'll go drag the kites behind the city.
On the hill where the wind blows the leaves into the hair.
Give me your hand not to believe the story.
By which everything ends and we are just waiting for our misfortune.
 
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09.10.2017

Captain Morgan

So bye,
The sun is shining
And the wind is rushing.
Through the sails from
 
And I'm lazy,
So very lazy,
So bring me to us.
Let me sleep.
 
Today he is commanding this ship,
He who created this riot in the brain.
Salesmen of mad dogs,
Curtisans who offer love.
 
Our party ship, burns,
We are pirates of seven seas.
Who does not go with the captain
Ends up wrong at the bottom like a stone.
 
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It's like a dream
With Captain Morgan,
The king of the sea, the master of the oceans.
All night and day
With Captain Morgan,
We will arrive in the harbor until morning.
 
The orchestra plays the rhythm
Tubes, bagpipes and drums playing.
I play cards, I drink rum,
Maybe we will become sleeping gums.
 
On my face,
I'm waving the white flag to heaven
My head hurts, my lung burns
This sail is going to lead us back.
 
{Ref.}
 
From the wooden deck,
Already beating the flames,
The orchestra plays quiet.
 
Our ship sinks,
But it does not bother us,
I will be the last captain on board
 
{Ref.}