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Translation
Nursery Rhyme
Our fathers are losers, they never got anywhere
Always dreamed of the big break but it's not that easy
Today they face the ruins of their disdainful existence
Still making fools of themselves for some 100 fans
By now they are past forty and unscrupulous
Now they are going to field their children
"Come on, you'll become popstars!", they've said happily
But they never asked us if we wanted to
Now we are here in the flashligh, looking silly
People are starring at us, we can't react against this
We are too small for the showbiz, for Rock'n'Roll
We're send to the slaughter for your greed and vanity
Only the weird choice of words nearly breaks my tongue
And it is not in line with my childish rhetoric
Besides I cannot sing but technology will adjust this
Every single tone will be edited on the computer
Steena
Besatnias✕
Knorkator: Top 3
| 1. | Wir werden alle sterben |
| 2. | Alter Mann |
| 3. | Du Nich |
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