Rosenrot

Sie will es und so ist es fein,
So war es und so wird es immer sein,
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch,
Was sie will bekommt sie auch.

Rammstein -Rosenrot

Wild

I can see it in your eyes
I doesn’t come as a suprise
I’ve seen you dancing like a star
No matter how different we are
For all this time
I’ve been loving you
Don’t even know your name
For just one night
No matter what they say

maNga - we could be the same

Red.

Take your hand and walk away

Light

I believe in your smile everyday
But I know that you're far from my way
When I talk to the moon I can hear you
In the dark I can see, I can feel your light

Emilie Simon - Swimming

After Midnight

Deep in the night
We are young
We wanna live fast now
Deep in the night
We are strong
Tonight is gonna last now
When the lights go down low
There's no way to say no*

The 69 Eyes - Night Watch

Revolution

Just a little bit, just a little bitch*

Rammstein - Pussy

anti-empathic

I'm a bit disappointed yet. It feels like shit.

Alltagstrott

And who cares?...

Daily...aaaam....:]

monday blues

Der beste Seemann war doch ich!

Haifisch

Stirb nicht vor mir

16. May

Happy Birthday big bro and Maik~

Nymph

To be, or not to be--that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--

No more--and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--

To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause. There's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely

The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovered country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprise of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,

The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins remembered. 

 

 [yes, that was Hamlet's monologue.]

Mit dir bin ich auch allein

Ich werde in die Tannen gehen,

Dahin, wo ich sie zu letzt gesehen

Doch der Abend wirft ein Tuch aufs Land,

Und auf die Wege hinterm Waldesrand

Und der Wald er steht so schwarz und leer,

Weh mir oh weh, und die Vögel singen nicht mehr...

Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein – Ohne dich,

Mit dir bin ich auch allein - Ohne dich.

Ohne dich zähle ich die Stunden – Ohne dich,

Mit dir stehen die Sekunden – Lohnen nicht.

Auf den Ästen in den Gräben,

Ist es nun still und ohne Leben

Und das Atmen fällt mir ach, so schwer,

Weh mir oh weh, und die Vögel singen nicht mehr...

/Rammstein - Ohne Dich/