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- 4,019
- Riga
6/10
Heino - Das Lied der Deutschen
Germany, Germany above everything,
Above everything in the world,
When, for protection and defence, it always
takes a brotherly stand together.
From the Meuse to the Memel,
From the Adige to the Belt,
|: Germany, Germany above everything,
Above everything in the world! :|
German women, German loyalty,
German wine and German song
Shall retain in the world
Their old beautiful chime
And inspire us to noble deeds
During all of our life.
|: German women, German loyalty,
German wine and German song! :|
Unity and justice and freedom
For the German fatherland!
For these let us all strive
Brotherly with heart and hand!
Unity and justice and freedom
Are the pledge of fortune;
|: Flourish in this fortune's blessing,
Flourish, German fatherland! :|
Heino - Das Lied der Deutschen
Germany, Germany above everything,
Above everything in the world,
When, for protection and defence, it always
takes a brotherly stand together.
From the Meuse to the Memel,
From the Adige to the Belt,
|: Germany, Germany above everything,
Above everything in the world! :|
German women, German loyalty,
German wine and German song
Shall retain in the world
Their old beautiful chime
And inspire us to noble deeds
During all of our life.
|: German women, German loyalty,
German wine and German song! :|
Unity and justice and freedom
For the German fatherland!
For these let us all strive
Brotherly with heart and hand!
Unity and justice and freedom
Are the pledge of fortune;
|: Flourish in this fortune's blessing,
Flourish, German fatherland! :|
- 4,019
- Riga
10/10
Helium Vola - The Unquiet Grave
(This song ist supposed to be from the 15th century)
Cold blows the wind to my true love,
And gently drops the rain,
I never had but one sweetheart,
And in greenwood she lies slain,
And in greenwood she lies slain.
I'll do as much for my sweetheart
As any young man may;
I'll sit and mourn all on her grave
For a twelvemonth and a day,
For a twelvemonth and a day.
When the twelvemonth and one day was past,
The ghost began to speak:
Why sittest thou here all day on my grave,
And will not let me sleep?
And will not let me sleep?
There's one thing that I want, sweetheart,
There's one thing that I crave;
And that is a kiss from your lily-white lips
Then I'll go from your grave,
Then I'll go from your grave.
My breast it is as cold as clay,
My breath smells earthly strong;
And if you kiss my cold clay lips,
Your days they won't be long,
Your days they won't be long.
Go fetch me water from the desert,
And blood from out of a stone;
Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast
That a youg man never had known,
That a young man never had known.
O down in yonder grave, sweetheart,
Where you and I would walk,
The first flower that ever I saw
Is withered to a stalk,
Is withered to a stalk.
The stalk is witherd and dry, sweetheart,
And the flower will never return;
And since I lost my own sweetheart,
What can I do but mourn?
What can I do but mourn?
When shall we meet again, sweetheart?
When shall we meet again?
When the oaken leaves that fall from the trees
Are green and spring up again,
Are green and spring up again.
Helium Vola - The Unquiet Grave
(This song ist supposed to be from the 15th century)
Cold blows the wind to my true love,
And gently drops the rain,
I never had but one sweetheart,
And in greenwood she lies slain,
And in greenwood she lies slain.
I'll do as much for my sweetheart
As any young man may;
I'll sit and mourn all on her grave
For a twelvemonth and a day,
For a twelvemonth and a day.
When the twelvemonth and one day was past,
The ghost began to speak:
Why sittest thou here all day on my grave,
And will not let me sleep?
And will not let me sleep?
There's one thing that I want, sweetheart,
There's one thing that I crave;
And that is a kiss from your lily-white lips
Then I'll go from your grave,
Then I'll go from your grave.
My breast it is as cold as clay,
My breath smells earthly strong;
And if you kiss my cold clay lips,
Your days they won't be long,
Your days they won't be long.
Go fetch me water from the desert,
And blood from out of a stone;
Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast
That a youg man never had known,
That a young man never had known.
O down in yonder grave, sweetheart,
Where you and I would walk,
The first flower that ever I saw
Is withered to a stalk,
Is withered to a stalk.
The stalk is witherd and dry, sweetheart,
And the flower will never return;
And since I lost my own sweetheart,
What can I do but mourn?
What can I do but mourn?
When shall we meet again, sweetheart?
When shall we meet again?
When the oaken leaves that fall from the trees
Are green and spring up again,
Are green and spring up again.
- 4,019
- Riga
5/10 I'm fussy with women who sing.
Helium Vola - Moorsoldaten
Far and wide as the eye can wander,
Heath and bog are everywhere,
Not a bird sings out to cheer us,
Oaks are standing, gaunt and bare.
[Chorus:]
We are the peat bog soldiers.
We're marching with our spades,
To the bog.
Up and down the guards are pacing,
No one, no one can go through.
Flight would mean a sure death facing,
Guns and barbed wire greet our view.
But for us there is no complaining,
Winter will in time be past.
One day we shall cry rejoicing,
"Homeland dear, you're mine at last!"
[Final Chorus:]
Then will the peat bog soldiers,
March no more with spades,
To the bog.
Helium Vola - Moorsoldaten
Far and wide as the eye can wander,
Heath and bog are everywhere,
Not a bird sings out to cheer us,
Oaks are standing, gaunt and bare.
[Chorus:]
We are the peat bog soldiers.
We're marching with our spades,
To the bog.
Up and down the guards are pacing,
No one, no one can go through.
Flight would mean a sure death facing,
Guns and barbed wire greet our view.
But for us there is no complaining,
Winter will in time be past.
One day we shall cry rejoicing,
"Homeland dear, you're mine at last!"
[Final Chorus:]
Then will the peat bog soldiers,
March no more with spades,
To the bog.
- 30,398
- a baby, candy, it's like taking.
- TexRex72
4/10, I was actually enjoying it somewhat until 0:38. Might garner a higher rating if I could understand it, but not much higher as the music just wasn't doing it for me.
Heard this one at the record store a few minutes ago--New Year's sale and all--and I'm surprised by how much I enjoy it; video's a trip.
Heard this one at the record store a few minutes ago--New Year's sale and all--and I'm surprised by how much I enjoy it; video's a trip.
- 30,398
- a baby, candy, it's like taking.
- TexRex72
I don't know who that is, but a Wiki entry for the album states: "Forgiveness Rock Record is the fourth studio album by Canadian indie rock musical collective Broken Social Scene, released by the Arts & Crafts record label on May 4, 2010.[11] The critically acclaimed album, produced by John McEntire of the band Tortoise, features guest appearances by Leslie Feist, Emily Haines of Metric, Scott Kannberg from Pavement, and Sebastien Grainger of Death from Above 1979."
- 706
- Nebraska
- GTR-TOUGE
5/10 it's good but not my cup of tea
Broken fingers, cut wrists
Violence within, embrace the bloody fist
so let's hear you scream
you're ****ing dead
Torture with hate, torture be painful
torture device, torture with hate
torture be painful, torture device
bruised face, cracked skull
terror released, as your body turns cold
so let's hear you weep,
don't **** with me
Torture with hate, torture be painful
torture device, torture with hate
torture be painful, torture device
Broken fingers, cut wrists
Violence within, embrace the bloody fist
so let's hear you scream
you're ****ing dead
Torture with hate, torture be painful
torture device, torture with hate
torture be painful, torture device
bruised face, cracked skull
terror released, as your body turns cold
so let's hear you weep,
don't **** with me
Torture with hate, torture be painful
torture device, torture with hate
torture be painful, torture device
