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Hey,
ich weiß noch nicht was ich selber von Halte, es schwankt immer mal wieder. An so ein paar Stellen bin ich noch unzufrieden, mal schauen ob es euch da auch so geht...
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Goodbye:
Well, the old man is staying and the young man is leaving
But actually, its the old man whos going to go.
Saying goodbye to each other, for one its just another time
And for one its pointing to the days which are leaving his show.
The young mans feet are carrying him one step ahead of time
While the old mans hand is waving good bye.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0, he will be gone.
No more leaves to fade, only dusky dawns.
The young man is coming back to him, staggering
by the weight of the experiences he has gained.
And the old man is glued to his words, all those stories he has heard
aint enough, he soaks it up, never abating.
Like an old tree stuck to its place, embraced
by strong, long roots (which are) digging deeper and deeper in the earth.
But the deeper they grow, the higher he is lifting
his head up, just away from the dirt.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0, he will be gone.
No more leaves to fade, only dusky dawns.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0, branches only longing for
Dreams they cant effort no more,
Dreams blown away by the wind.
ich weiß noch nicht was ich selber von Halte, es schwankt immer mal wieder. An so ein paar Stellen bin ich noch unzufrieden, mal schauen ob es euch da auch so geht...
Freue mich über Kommentare und anregungen
Goodbye:
Well, the old man is staying and the young man is leaving
But actually, its the old man whos going to go.
Saying goodbye to each other, for one its just another time
And for one its pointing to the days which are leaving his show.
The young mans feet are carrying him one step ahead of time
While the old mans hand is waving good bye.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0, he will be gone.
No more leaves to fade, only dusky dawns.
The young man is coming back to him, staggering
by the weight of the experiences he has gained.
And the old man is glued to his words, all those stories he has heard
aint enough, he soaks it up, never abating.
Like an old tree stuck to its place, embraced
by strong, long roots (which are) digging deeper and deeper in the earth.
But the deeper they grow, the higher he is lifting
his head up, just away from the dirt.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0, he will be gone.
No more leaves to fade, only dusky dawns.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0, branches only longing for
Dreams they cant effort no more,
Dreams blown away by the wind.
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