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Amazing .
... Who are you? ...
You are just in a bad fix. Your beloved immigrants want your beloved Jews dead. Make a decision.
Since long decades I go every morning out of my home - wherever it had been in Germany - with the knowledge an anti-German like you in the third generation of weird criminal Nazis could stab me from behind. Do you really think such an idea drives me only a little nervous, Nazi?
Translation:
Dark rain clouds have gathered
The twilight falls all at once very fast
The neon arc flickers blue above the steelworks
The windows in the town become bright
"What have you been up to?
Take off those soaking wet shoes for now"
Sometimes I wish it was a quarter to seven again
And I wish I could get home
And it's supposed to be Saturday and I'm supposed to have pot pie
And I'd like it to be on the kitchen table
And a pot of cocoa and my cup beside it
And I may turn over the brown baking pan
Chocolate flakes grated with the grater
In the foam of my cocoa
Sometimes I wish it was quarter to seven again
And I wish I could get home
A letter between newspaper and ad in the box
Shakes your foundation
Anna and Hans who were so good together
Just broke up
How you envied them, two who loved each other so much
And suddenly it's all over
Sometimes I wish it was quarter to seven again
And I wish I could get home
And I'd have my father listening to the radio in the living room
Sunk in the old stone Grundig
And the attitude tells me not to disturb him.
And when he looks at me
With a reproachful gesture push up his glasses
"My, my, how you look again"
Sometimes I wish it was a quarter to seven again
And I wish I could get home
The fur gets thinner and the cup emptier
The magic potion works only with difficulty
The sorrow is deeper the comfort seems weaker
And it no longer heals everything
Where has my carelessness gone
What did knowledge make of it
Sometimes I wish it was a quarter to seven again
And I wish I could get home
Just a moment to put down the bundle again
And with guileless high spirits
Through the dark ways to the refuge
And think all will be well
Sometimes I wish things had stayed that simple
And the roads would only go straight ahead
Sometimes I wish it was quarter to seven again
And the road just kept goin' straight
Sometimes I wish things had stayed that simple
And the roads would only go straight ahead
Sometimes I wish it was a quarter to seven again
And I wish I could get home
I wish I could get home
Looks like you are an iron knight in a nazi war zone. You are just a mad moron, such people do not exist.Since long decades I go every morning out of my home - wherever it had been in Germany - with the knowledge an anti-German like you in the third generation of weird criminal Nazis could stab me from behind. Do you really think such an idea drives me only a little nervous, Nazi?
?What’s wrong with Herbert Grönemeyer?
NAZI - SHUT UP!!!Looks like you are an iron knight in a nazi war zone. You are just a mad moron, such people do not exist.
Do you speak German?
I am a German.
You can just say "American," and avoid more grammar mistakes..... and an US-American as far as I can see. .....
But do you speak it?
You can just say "American," and avoid more grammar mistakes.
Just "American" will do. You have been corrected on this several times before.US-American - .....
Who to?speak also a little Latin.
To whomWho to?
To whom
Who to?
