Hwæt bið þá færbe þære nihte?
Hwilc bið þá híwnesse undræs mónan?
Hwá wát þá sorga þára engla?
Hwý mæg neman ánóþer lufian?
|Good old English.|
KrasavitseLUFTJÄGER - https://www.facebook.com/RonaldRaygunPAKrasavitse by Fredericus-Rex
SONG LINK - https://soundcloud.com/fredericus-rex/luftj-ger
The light has drained out of the world,
The flowers hold no vibrance anymore,
The winter is bitter cold,
And colder without you, my love,
What is the sun without your light?
I wish to see the days no more!
Remove my eyes, oh, take my sight,
For I'll behold you nevermore!
My fingers in your night-black hair,
That feeling I will never feel again,
Your taste upon my lips,
They took you from me, took you far away,
Blamed you and your kind for all their trouble,
Burned your village, razed to rubble,
Crasowice, if you live yet,
Our time will I never regret!
קראַסאַוויצע מײַן ליבלינג
דײַן שיינקייט קען איך ני
RosehipsRosehips by Fredericus-Rex
LUFTJÄGER = www.facebook.com/RonaldRaygunPA
SONG LINK = https://soundcloud.com/fredericus-rex/luftj-ger-rosehips
Andrew Ondish - Rhythm Guitar
Matt Madison - Lead Guitar
Austin Yorks (Fredericus-Rex) - Bass, Lead Vocals, Music & Lyrics
Jake Evans - Backing Vocals, Drums
She ain't so pious, it don't bother her none,
She never was cut out to be a nun,
She never set foot in a Sunday school,
When she's out on the town, she bends every rule,
She ain't a saint, but I ain't asking for one,
She can't remember half the guys she's done,
Yeah, I guess you could say she's a whore,
But knowing all her vices makes me want her more,
She smokes Cubanos, drinks a fifth of jack,
Her ink would give your mother a heart attack,
She's got jewelry where the sun shines nie,
Lifts her skirt up so the world can see,
Lays on that eyeliner a bit too dark,
She stands up on the bar, the gents all hark,
Asks which one of 'em will have her tonight,