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8. května 2008 v 10:30 | anAngel |  Texty


Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht!
Alles schläft, einsam wacht
nur das traute hochheilige Paar
Holder Knabe im lockigen Haar,
schlaf in himmlischer Ruh,
schlaf in himmlischer Ruh.

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht!
Hirten erst kundgemacht,
durch der Engel Halleluja
tönt es laut von fern und nah:
Christ, der Retter ist da!

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht!
Gottes Sohn, o wie lacht
Lieb aus deinem göttlichen Mund,
da uns schlägt die rettende Stund,
Christ, in deiner Geburt.



Still, Still, Still

Still, still, still,
Weil's Kindlein schlafen will!
Maria tut es wieder singen,
Ihre ganze Lieb darbringen.
Still, still, still,
Weil's Kindlein schlafen will!

Schlaf, schlaf, schlaf,
Mein liebes Kindlein schlaf!
Die Engel tun schön musizieren,
Bei dem Kindlein jubilieren.
Schlaf, schlaf, schlaf,
Mein liebes Kindlein schlaf!

Groß, groß, groß,
Die Lieb ist übergroß.
Gott hat den Himmelsthron verlassen,
Und muß reisen auf der Straße.
Groß, groß, groß,
Die Lieb ist übergroß.

Wir, wir, wir,
Wir rufen all nach dir.
Zu uns des Himmels Reich aufschließen,
Wenn wir einmal sterben müssen.
Wir, wir, wir,
Wir rufen all nach dir.



Stranger

You wouldn't believe in me
You wouldn't believe in me
You wouldn't believe in me
They call me a stranger
I came with a stranger
I think in a danger
I'm going down

Fifteen meters away
Ready to shoot
Run to the bells
Then when the fire
Then when the fire
Then when the fire
He lost and died

Do they believe in me
Do they believe in me
They call me sheriff
They call me sheriff

I'm going down to Texas City
I'm going down to Texas City
Oh won't you, oh won't you
Let me go, let me go

I'm going down to

Help me if you can (help me)
Help me if you can (help me)
Help me if you can
I think I'm dyin'
I think I'm dyin'
I think I'm dyin'
I think I'm dyin'

Help me if you can



Stronger Than Ever

It used to how we cried
In my bed, lot of tears
A mount I have cried
Anymore every night
Everybody needs a friend
Everybody needs a friend

All right, all right, all right

Now see I'll be rough
While you're out let it see
So woman do you wat to see my dear
Everybody needs a friend
Everybody needs a friend

All right, all right, all right

Stronger than ever
Bruised but strong, didn't dye
Stronger than ever
Bruised but strong, didn't dye
Everybody needs a friend
Everybody needs a friend

All right, all right, all right (2x)



Summertime

Summertime and the livin' is easy,
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high.
Oh yo' daddy's rich an' yo' ma is good lookin'
So hush, little baby, don't you cry.

One of these mornin's, I'm goin' to rise up singin'
I'm gonna spread my wings and I'll take to the sky.
But till that mornin', there's a nothin' can harm you
'Cause Daddy an' Mammy standin' by.



Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning, when I'm in bed
I hear those birdies
Singing my favorite time I like so much
Monday morning, when he's in bed
He wishes it was Sunday with breakfast in bed.

But it's Monday, it's Monday, it's Monday, it's Monday
Than Tuesday, than Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday
And Friday and Saturday and Sunday than Monday again.

The week goes slow, but he tries to run, he wants to run
Though dapee, dapee, dapee, dapee, dapee
The week goes slow, but he tries to run
Go too fast, can't control the sun.

So he runs fast, he runs fast, he runs fast, he runs fast
He speeds and he speeds and he speeds and he speeds
For the paycheque, the paycheque, the paycheque, the paycheque again.

My peace at home, 'cause my boat is my home
My peace at home, 'cause my boat is my home
My peace at home, 'cause my boat is my home
My boat is home.

When I go on a trip or two, I miss my birdies
Singing my favorite time, I like so much
When I come back from heavy tour
I hear those birdies singing my song.

So he's running, he's running, he's running, he's running
He's speeding, he's speeding, he's speeding, he speeds
For the paychque, the paycheque, the paycheque, the paycheque again.

So I stop him from running, I stop him from running
I tell him stop speeding, I tell him stop speeding
For the paycheque, the paycheque, the paycheque, the paycheque again.

He says it's Monday, it's Monday, it's Monday, it's Monday
than Tuesday, than Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday
And Friday and Saturday and Sunday than Monday again.

And Tuesday too.



Sweetest Angel

I'll send her a rose
And I wonder
Will she cry or will she smile
Darling don't let me down
Don't get some other one
Cause I'm for you

You're my sweetest angel
You go to my heart
You're my sweetest angel
You've got the touch to my heart
Baby, yeah

Took her hand and she smiled
Darling I feel true love
Damn it! I won't, damn it! I won't
Let you down
Cause I'm for you

You're my sweetest angel ...

I only need my little room
A mirror and a brush
Don't forget the nicest pillowcase

You're my sweetest angel ...
Swing All Night

When the sun shines on his soul or
When the rain falls on his head or loh
Will he will on stage again

Should we sing for you again or
Should we dance for you again or
Should we give you all we have

It's said swing and dance all night
Come on baby
It's said swing and dance all night
Come on baby

It's said you got more than you can see
All you need is fairer hand
So clap along with us baby

When the must and punky heads
Come and clap your hands together again
Scream out real loud with us yeah, yeah

We go swing and dance all night
Come on baby (2x)

You can do it I know you can
So take your hands together again
So take your hands and mine baby

Come and swing for us again or
Come and laugh for us again or
Come and freeze once more baby

We go swing and dance all night
Come on baby (2x)



Swing Low

Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home! (2x)

I looked over Jordan an'what did I see,
Comin' for to carry me home
A band of Angels comin'after me,
Comin' for to carry me home.

Swing low...

If you get there before I do,
Comin' for to carry me home,
Jess tell my friends that I'm acomin' too,
Comin' for to carry me home.

Swing low...

I'm sometimes up and sometimes down,
Comin' for to carry me home,
But still my soul feels heavenly bound
Comin' for to carry me home!
 

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