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Mit was lässt du des Übersetzen? ich hab des ja selber gemacht (so hört sich des auch an) und des dauert voll lange





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habs mal mit "An Tagen wie diesen" versucht. zwar zeitaufwendig, aber macht eigentlich ganz schön spaß! smile.gif

On Days like these

Moin, moin, what’s up?
Are you feeling fine? What’s the time?
Nearly nine – okay.
I’m going to buy some breakfast.
Switch on the walkman, close the door
Walk along the street to the little shop
Where you can find the best rolls in town
At the counter I have a quick look to the newspaper
Something about a big attack
Countless bombs on a small town
Many people that died
Raze to the ground in just one night.
I pay an leave the bakery
Just hearing, what the newscaster says
“situation dramatically aggravated, fantastic weather today!”
suddenly a bang, thousands of pieces everywhere
The neighbour’s cat get killed by that accident
How does this damned bastard dare to die in front of my eyes!

[Refrain:]What a madness-show
In telly an on radio
And the sun laughs gloatingly
On days like these
Nobody who could tell me why
At breakfast and supper
Gnawing questions
On days like these

Unicef estimates: A million of people coming under thread from starving
While I cut good fruits in my Mulinex
See the child, in whose sad eyes crawls a fly
I know that this awful, but – damned! – I don’t feel anything
What’s the matter with my, how is this possible?
Maybe I saw it to often, you see it nearly daily
Why am I not shocked by the fact,
That somewhere are croaking peoples by dirty water
That vague feeling, that mental vacuum
That will not happen to us, but what if it happens yet?
I’m tortured by these questions, can’t bear that shit
They got nothing to eat and I got stones in my stomach

[Refrain]

what did he say just now, on such an ordinary Saturday a brutal attempt,six people died, the injured people yell names
these awful actions stop me from sleep now
I always remember the picture on telly
A young man standing in the dust
Pleads for child and wife
I wonder how it feels to loose one’s child
Before it has had it’s first birthday
But I can’t imagine it
Maybe the assassins were full of hate for their enemies
Maybe there was love for their families and they were also fathers
Sometimes when I watch the news, I got a strange feeling
‘Cause we are parents now
and our child lives in this world
and sometimes I get scared that something could happen to us
to loose someone, you really love, that this could really happen
in the middle of the night I awake, wet with perspiration
creep to my daughter’s bed to hear her silent breathing

[refrain]
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Ich denke, dass vielleicht die Leute, die nie FB gehört haben , die nicht deutsch kennen, sich für ihre Musik interesiersiert werden, wenn sie die Übersetzungen haben.

PS Danke für "An Tagen wie diesen"

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Hey, ich hab mich mal an Sie und Jein rangewagt. Ich bezweifle aber, dass das irgendwo richtig ist. wink.gif Also ich bitte um Korrekturen! biggrin.gif

She

In the morning after rising before the mirror still in the pyjamas
she strikes tiredly a few hairs from her face.
She mostly seems as if she looks for her red thread
and the time doesn't hand for the breakfast again
[Ey, that meets me internally]

How often have I already watched her painting her nails?
Actually I should go over there, without considering for a long time - to confess my feelings to her.
Would she resent me for that? I would be disgraced in perpetuity.
Such a type, which walks times evenly into her life.

How often have I already told her in my dreams that she's something completely special?
And it hardly passes one day where I continuously don't ask myself whether she likes me probably exactly the same.
I am in such a way besotted with this woman as if we would already have kissed.
Because her enchanting kind helps that one forgets all the nonsense.
[each eye impact is like a small solar eclipse]

At night after the work before the television already in the pyjamas
she eats tiredly a warmed up instant meal.
Sometimes she writes hesitating a few lines into her diary,
then finally gets up from the sofa and deletes the light.
[Ey, that meets me internally]

How often have I already watched her painting her nails?
Actually I should go over there, without considering for a long time - to confess my feelings to her.
Would she resent me for that? I would be disgraced in perpetuity.
Such a type, which walks times evenly into her life.

How often have I already told her in my dreams that she's something completely special?
And it hardly passes one day where I continuously don't ask myself whether she likes me probably exactly the same.
I am in such a way besotted with this woman as if we would already have kissed.
Because her enchanting kind helps that one forgets all the nonsense.
[each eye impact is like a small solar eclipse]
____________________________________________________________

Yeno? ^^

It is 1996,
my girlfriend is away and suns herself
in the South Seas
- Alone?
Yes, my budget was small.
- Well fine! Come in, welcome in the club!
I bet we'll make today fat booty,
meet cool brides and many nice people.
Why continuously mourn?
Wow, look at this woman!
- What a shame, you're able to do this?!
- Hardly your dearest girl is out of country
and you stallion think longest of another one!
Why should I cry?
You know I am faithful to my girlfriend.
I'm honest but I just met my first love!
I may only in the sleep,
but I always lusted after her.
Did you suspect her view
she just threw through the room to me?
- Oh, my God, the nincompoop has much luck!
What a Pretty Woman,
luck is with the stupid ones.
When I send mute views,
kick her like Rumenigge,
do you you think she would check this?
- You're transparent as plexiglass!
- Uh, she's coming to you...
“Hey Sweety, likely to do some swinishness?"
Of course, err no, I mean: Yeno!

Am I ought to do it or should I rather leave? Yeno...

I have a friend...
- A good one?
As it were, my best,
and I have a problem, I'm in love with his girlfriend
- Not with his sister?
Would I be in love with his sister, I hadn't the problem
which we have when he, she and me meet.
If she comes in the room I become dizzy.
If I said, she don't like me, I would swindle.
I want her, she wants me, she knows it, I know it.
Excepting my best friend, who doesn't know it.
And thus I'm sitting quasi in a quandary
and that's the reason why I feel fucked off by my destiny, too.
Why does he has the most beautiful woman as broad?
- With the prettiest figure!
- And is she smart? - Exactly!
The tears rise into the eyes, if one sees,
what happens with me and what goes on with me.
Angel and imp appear on my shoulder
Angel left, imp right:
“Drool, take the woman, she wants it, too!
Can you explain to me what good friends are for?“
“Stop, he wants to con you!", shouts the angel from the left,
"Don't you know this is bullshit and liars stinking?"
And so they argue about my conscience
and whether you believe it or not, I'm feeling crappy
And while the imp and the angel are shouting at each other,
I'll elect yes, no, I mean yeno!

Am I ought to do it or should I rather leave? Yeno...

I guess now I'm the soloist of our boy's choir
- Ey, Ship, what are you going to do tonight?
Hm, I'll just finish my strophe,
bag my seven things and then I'll
repair to my girlfriend,
because if one confesses honestly,
are those nice, calm evenings rather sparely sowed.
- Uhu, withal you're invited,
on the best of all celebrations on the guest list registered!“
- And if you don't come, then you'll
really miss something. And who wonders?
It will be nearly the party of the century!
Err, actually I'd like to come...
Oh, my telephone is ringing!
And she says: "It would be great, if you'll remain with me tonight.
I thought, it was agreed?"
You know, I love this woman and because of that
I'll come from the eaves into the rain
- So what's up, Shipmaste, do you come with us, you colleaguespig?
Yes, uh no, I mean yeno!

Am I ought to do it or should I rather leave? Yeno...

____________________________________________________________

Wiegesagt: Keine Garantie! Ich hab's selber gemacht, diese Sprachtools sind ja dümmer als ich... biggrin.gif

[edit]'Ne Freundin hatte gerade die Idee, dass man statt "Yeno" ja auch "Yo" sagen kann, wäre ja auch ein grandioser Mix aus "Yes" und "No". biggrin.gif [/edit]
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So, hier mal "Falsche Entscheidung".
Generell glaub ich, die neueren Lieder sind leichter zu übersetzen, weil weniger mit der sprache gespielt wird, als in den alten liedern...

Wrong decision
[Refrain:]We’re listen to the wrong music
and we have wrong the friends
We’re dancing in the wrong clubs
and only the wrong people like us
Wrong opinion
Wrong outfit
Wrong decision
We don’t care about that, care about that, care about that
[oder wahlweise: we don’t give a fuck, give a fuck, give a fuck]

everything started at the time in the delivery room
I was born without a lifestyle
In retrospect that was a big mistake because
Without style – no applause
At that time it was all the same to me
Just laid down again and had a nap
Well, I shouldn’t have done so
‘cause since that time I miss in every case
every cool event
nobody here knows the reason for this
in the past I always thought,
I’d be on a fashion parade
wanted to be just like them,
in that time, I hold this to be clever
in fact – it never worked, but I’d liked to have sex
in sexual relationship I was chronically underchallanged [?]
I hold soccer to be a strange sport
When I was expelled from the playground
I understood what Offside means

The cool guys in the neighbourhood found a band
Electric guitar, bass, drums
I want to be part of it,
but beforehand I have to learn playing an instrument
Cause I know, that would match perfectly with your style
That would be worth to learn this bullshit
Along the scale, go on, go on, you’ll get it!
Loud but harmless like blank cartridges
I played all alone my saxophone

[Refrain]

At parties I always listened to my walkman
Because the people around me didn’t like my music-taste
I’ve never been to Raves, to Jams or to a wellness-club
Everywhere I’m remarkable for my strange Elvis-Look
Everything I longed for were naked women
A girlfriend, under whose t-shirt I could grab
Everything I found was the pure horror
The dentist gave me brace
I was always the coolest guy
In my new clothing from C&A
I didn’t had a gang or a crew
No amusement and no rendezvous
I’d liked to be in bars with all the stars
Drinking champagne on a vernissage
It tingles in my glass, what a fun!
Tomorrow everybody wants to know: Björn, was it cool?

[Refrain]

In the past I wasn’t cool because I was a hiphopper
Then I was an uncool hiphopper
Well, life would be so nice if I was a cool guy
With everything that is all part of it, wearing designer-streetwear
There’s nothing to do, I can’t pretend to be, what I am not
It is, how it is, there’s nothing to win
We’re from Halstenbek, Pinneberg and Schenefeld
That has never been the centre of attention in the scene
Every shy girl [rock rock on]
Every boring girl [rock rock on]
Every swot [rock rock on]
Every spotcovered teen [rock rock on]
Every ugly person [rock rock on]
Every left-handed person [rock rock on]
Everyone, who pees in his bed [rock rock on]
And….fat girls [rock rock on]
mummy’s boy [rock rock on]
Thin guys [rock rock on]
Tall girls [rock rock on]
Small guys [rock rock on]
Four-eyes [rock rock on]
Who has to repeat a class [rock rock on]
Anxious guys [rock rock on]
Unpleasant people [rock rock on]

[Refrain]
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Nachfolgend die Ergebnisse meiner produktiven Phase des letzten Wochenendes.
Ich habs in drei Beiträge aufgesplittet, ich hoff das ist ok? (Blick zu den Moderatoren...wenn's nicht ok ist, könnt ihr's gerne ändern, ich dachte, so wär's übersichtlicher. Will mich aber auch nicht der Beitragszahlfälscherei verdächtig machen. biggrin.gif )

Yasmin

Yasmin, in retrospect
uh, somehow you were my first love
not only cute, but more likely kind of mysterious
and if you said hello to me, I always became a little bit nervous
We saw you with the smokers on the school yard
with your older friends
who laughed about your jokes
while we never missed the chance
to watch you
then you came into our class
and you became the hero of the ninth grade
cause when all the others were silent
you just sat there wearing your olivegreen coat
and you contradict the mathematics-monster
and his conservative shit
Yasmin, do you remember that one day in summer
we all were bathing in the lake
when a thunderstorm started
but when I wanted to ride home
my bike was missing
a theft as valuable as gold
I was so proud
when you brought me home on your bike
and everyone was in love with you
and I really mean everyone!

Refrain:
Yasmin, living in house nr. 16 A
it seems to me as if it was yesterday
Where you been?
too bad that you’re no longer around here
Yasmin, today for the first time I tell you
what I always kept as a secret
I like to tell you things some brothers don’t
Did you never recognize
that everone of us was in love with you?

Yasmin, the day you came into our class
you melt my heart
you were so beautyful
and you smelled like strawberry-icecream
unfortunately you thought
I’m just kidding
but instead I longed for love, sex and tenderness
Yasmin, all the boys had a crush on you
no doubt, you really were the superstar
and one day we looked each other into the eyes for the first time
and I wondered if that was just coincidence
you were the only one who could buy wine and cigarettes
I was confused by your pink lipstick
whatever happened, you always kept cool
and I wrote your name on the wall of the school-toilet
Yasmin, you’re the queen, that’s what I wrote
cause these were the only words I had
Yasmin, Yasmin, even the teachers were confused by you
for you I got drunk for the first time
I regret that so much for the next two days
for you I stole schnapps for the first time
and because of you my marks get worse
but I didn’t care about that, cause I liked you so much
because of you I even continued with physics and mathematics
and a picture of you graces my wall
Yasmin, I would have liked to burn my fingers on you (?)

[Refrain]

Do you remember our class-trip to st. peter?
You had lots of admirers that time
Yasmin, I was one of them
I wanted to be with you
and in the night I sneaked along the corridor of the youthhostel
I had an eye on you, I swear
you rarely looked at me
then the last evening, the slowdance-party
we’ve never been closer than with Terence Trent D’Arby
“wish me love a wishing well to kiss and tell”
but the moment was gone to soon
Did I only dream or was it the alcohols fault?
Yasmin, I’d like to record a tape for you
with songs, which make your heart melt
I’m almost sure, you’re gonna like it
I’m sure, you’re gonna like it
and so I sat like an idiot infront of the recorder
overstrained by my own megalomania
whatever I wrote down
nothing was that wunderful like my tape-love-letter
if someone like you gets it
when a song reveals something
it’s too late to ask you
I guess you liked the tape

Yasmin, living in house nr. 16 A
it seems to me, as if it was yesterday
Where you been?
too bad that you’re no longer around here
Yasmin, today for the first time I tell you
what I always kept as a secret
I like to tell you things some brothers don’t
I came to let you know fantasies burn like desires
I came to let you know fantasies burn like desires
I like to tell you things some brothers don’t
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Believe in it

Come together, familyportrait
please smile, klick
ohoh, 2005, HH - Hamburg Hessen, believe in it
hello, fettes brot, notorious but beloved
and your friend j-luv, alias julian williams
go, baby

ey chica, ey-ey, ey chica bonita
I’m working for years on the stage
kick my styles and make jokes infront of exulting people
you’re mostly embarressed by my jokes
you turn around, pretending you don’t know me
or listen to this, I really don’t get it:
if you can’t sleep, you wake me up
which is of principle ok
but not on saturday mornings at 6 o’clock
you’re hard to handle, when you missed your midday-nap
bad mood and nervetracking questions
the reason for this is hard to tell
but I’d really like to ask you
Cause baby, you’re doing things, I can’t understand
for example just yesterday you said to me
look, that blonde in the car over there
she would match you much better
many things, which are important to me
are trivial to you
but if you’re cold, come over to me
baby, I’ll give you my sweater

Refrain:
Believe, what I’m saying
Each single day I fall in love again
with you and your quirks
baby, what an adventure
even on the bad days
and nobody can stop us

Man, oh man, we’re together for so long time now
and we know exactly how to provocate each other
at the beginning it’s just a little quarrel
at the next moment we’re fighting like hell
just quiet, then suddenly totally outraged
you say, that my instrumentals get on your nerves
one day you’re gonna throw my sampler out of the window
don’t you think so, darling, we will manage everything
I believe in it, deep in my soul
and this may last forever
I don’t mind, if you have ketchup to our candle-light-dinner
in spite of hundreds of quarrels, hey
there’s nothing I’d like to be, than be be with you
cause I think you’re delightful
every time you say,
that you hold the fall to be nicer than the summer

you’re my beloved one
you know that
you’re my beloved one
come in the night, come in the night

[Refrain]

Exactly. I show a high regard for you
Don’t be afraid, I won’t reveal anything
I just establish with horror
that I forgot the best quirks
throughout all the years
but wait, I actually remember some things
guess what, I’m starting with the best case
in the evening I find your socks on the sofa
but my chocolate is missing
you’re driving to fast, when you leave backwards the exit (?)
you spend your free time in the supermarket for building materials
your strange nature confuses me
you don’t drink anything to the meals
but a box ful of mineral water per day
if you could decide, we would only eat spaghetti
that’s what I’m talking about
what did Harry say to Sally:
you’re not complicated, but a challange for me
and if you make me mad for some times
If you’re there for me
I don’t care about that

[Refrain]

I don’t know how to explain it
I just know, you’re wonderful
I don’t know how to explain it
everything is how I wanted it to be
(2x)

[Refrain]

Believe in it...
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Most of my enemies

This song is about the most of my enemies
and there were a lot of them in my little hometown
all those guys didn’t liked me
especially one of them
I always tried to avoid a confrontation
but this time I recognized him to late
it took a while until I got that
wosh - I got a slap in the face
oh shit, I started to run
and ran all the way home
just don’t start crying now!
suddenly he stood before me again
my enemy and me in the pouring rain
in a better life
we could have reconsiled
but your name, I’ll never forget it
Mike, you know who I mean, ohohoh

It’s 1989
and rap saved my life
at last I felt, times are getting better
de la soul were in town and I still smiled
but that’s why I nearly got a slap in the face after the show
here they were again, most of my enemies
but this time - thank god - I wasn’t on my own
we are the poets of peeze
and our flow’s still bad
but we wear our trousers as like as the great mc’s
I had my own hiphop-band
we rocked each single jam as if we were crazy
always on the search for like-minded people
those always stood in the back-ranks
and were hard to find
unfortunately smiling was forbidden
and we were just silly idiots from the backwater
in this time I often remembered my first enemy
Not enough MC’s, too many Mikes
Too many mics

„poets“ became „fettes“ and „peeze“ became „brot“
of course the name is stupid but we kept it
because then everything happened so fast
and we were on our way to the top
maybe the best job in the world
with friendly workmates
i can do what i like
and even earn money with that
so it should be all the same to me
what other people say about me
ey, Martin, look at this asshole who’s dissing you
isn’t it, yes it is! - the co-rapper of Walking Large
who showed me a demo of his song
of this I only remember
that everybody should suck his dick
well, I didn’t really liked that
now he’s obviously insulted
he’s saying things, he shouldn’t say
so I’m really pissed off
I had thoughts of revenge
for those I deserved prison sentence
but buddy, I forgave you long ago
most of my enemies could be my friends
but most of my enemies
don’t care about those dreams

everyone is the opinion
actually it’s insane to publish songs like these
boy, now it’s your turn
earlier everything was fun
today everybody takes it for serious
I wonder where this should end
we believed so strong in hiphop-culture
without hate, without stress, without fights
wow, wow, if you know what I mean

most of my enemies
are in beckmanns show on monday evening
Mike, Kuddel and the others run me down
they say that I can’t rap
and Reinhold offers his guests fizz
I awake and see my real problem
all these guys don’t even mention me
I’m not longer one of the wackest 10
but I recognize that I long for that
everyone is dissing each other in public on MTV
and if the first rapper is shot down
I’m sure, they’ll broadcast
live from Berlin the funeral in the hiphop-mausoleum
and on time at christmas the great resurrection
most of my enemies
kill each other and get shot down
all the rappers around me explode
but if all the competitors die
then the consequence is
there’s only one left
and that is, haha, I don’t wanna tell it
Kuddel, sing it for me: Dokter Renz

If someone said about me
what I said about him, well,
then I would have react the same way
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BeitragVerfasst am: 29.07.2005, 21:59    Titel: Antworten mit Zitat Beitrag dem Moderator/Admin melden

Kuba

Yeah yeah yeah, it’s me – Björn Beton
Together with Sebi and Jansen
Maybe the ladies would like to dance?

I asked you what was your wish for birthday
And you told me,
You just had one wish if you look at this world
That it should be better, that would be fantastic
Well, I’ll give this to you, it’s even selfmade
Hmm, but it seems to be
impossibable to push through justice with just talking
so we’re gonna have a revolution as like as on Kuba
I’m gonna manage that, then you said to me:

You’re not Che Guevara, Berlin isn’t Havana
And the Ku’damm isn’t the Malecon

We’re not in Cuba, Björn Beton
Even though that would be great
And if it’s possible, overthrow the system with a revolution
We’re not in Cuba, Björn Beton
Even though that would be great
And if it’s possible, overthrow the system with a revolution

I began to foresee I would need a plan
It wouldn’t be enough to plant trees
The people need to understand
Our little problem is this damned system
I told this a few pedestrians
And a few friends became sympathizers
I guess, asylum seekers and factory-owner
Soon everybody will know: Viva la revolution
On flyers in the pedestrian-zones
On Posters in big letters
I wrote: You’re welcome
On Friday evening, please pass on
Meeting point will be the Ku’damm – Che! –
If you wanna be part of the revolution
Please go there by metro
Let’s be realistic and demand the impossible
Don’t be against it, doesn’t it sound great?

You’re not Hannes Wader
Your song is just rabbiting on
Why don’t you write a party-song?

We’re not in Cuba, Björn Beton
Even though that would be great
And if it’s possible, overthrow the system with a revolution
We’re not in Cuba, Björn Beton
Even though that would be great
And if it’s possible, overthrow the system with a revolution

If everyone, who wants to change this land, would come
We had already wun
I believe in it, so many people dream of it
So follow Björn Beton to the Shopping centre
Cause I’m standing there for a while
Waiting for somebody to come, but I’m all alone
Suddenly surprisingly you’re standing infront of me and whisper to me:

That’s no drama at all
We’re gonna practise this a few times
One beautiful day it will work

We’re not in Cuba, Björn Beton
Even though that would be great
And if it’s possible, overthrow the system with a revolution
We’re not in Cuba, Björn Beton
Even though that would be great
And if it’s possible, overthrow the system with a revolution

Yeah! This is what I would call a class struggle
What? You’re calling me class-clown?
Sweetheart, lets pinch some weapons
I knew I would need a gun
A Kalaschnikow
And a cigarr
Well, that’s it
Don’t tell Fidel Castro about this fiasco
Let’s go
Do you think, this beret suits me?
Do we have some Rum at home?
I fancy a Cuba Libre
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Lauterbach

Wake up. This is Lauterbach

Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Scream back if you think you’re louder
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Everybody’s screaming louder!

Your life you’ve learned to be quiet
To adapt yourself and to be not remarkable
Now is the time to revolt
To put you foot down and to scream out loud
So make room and get out of the way
We’re talking before thinking
We put our barenaked ass into your face
You say: “Thanks a lot” I say: “Not for that”
Then I hear you wailing, this behaviour isn’t reasonable
We don’t care about that, you can keep your advices
Yeah

Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Scream back if you think you’re louder
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Everybody’s screaming louder!

You’re lining up, we jostle
We scream against each other, you sing like angels in the choir
We keep on walking even if there is a stop-sign
Who do you think turns the volume up?
So put your hands in the air if you want me to chuck out this screwball
Cause he thinks “enough is enough” and from 10 o’clock pm on the volume should be turned down
Who makes the rules our whole life long?
That’s the end now, stop it! We will rock now and you will leave now.
Today we will dance on the vulcano.

Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Scream back if you think you’re louder
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Everybody’s screaming louder!

The noise will never end
King Boris Lauterbach
Nobody of you will escape
You’re our hostages now
From a long way off this party can be seen, even at night
Because we burn the house
We want to go on the rampage and drink schnapps
Namely cold and clear
Hands up, what’s up Hamburg Altona?

Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Scream back if you think you’re louder
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Louder louder louder Lauterbach
Everybody’s screaming louder!
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Man, Keks! biggrin.gif
Du hast ja viel Langeweile! lol.gif
Aber, schön gemacht! wink.gif Setzen, 1!
Dankeschön..
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Sie hat folgendes geschrieben:
Man, Keks! biggrin.gif
Du hast ja viel Langeweile! lol.gif


um gottes willen: JAAA! befrei mich doch bitte jemand aus diesem elend! lol.gif
nein, ich mach das doch alles gerne.
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