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[Feindflug]

[Feindflug]

Part 1:

[Verse 1]
To mourn the end is to say goodbye
Not to yearn for that which we will never have again

We cry for our life together - because we know it will end
And we try to understand, how we could ever love again

[Chorus]
Save your tears, at the end of our time...
We've cried enough in our lives, at the end of our time

Just kiss my ashes goodbye

[Verse 2]
We miss them so much now that they are gone
Took them for granted for living, so long

We read their words again, and we listen to them again
As we start to understand, what they were trying to say, all along

[Chorus]
Ohhhh, save your tears
At the end of our time, kiss my ashes goodbye
Whoa! Kiss my ashes goodbye
Part 2:

[Verse 1]
Curse all those who were so vain
Who felt entitled to hold a place on the earth
As a grave for their remains

But no monument for me, please... I am not one of them
I didn't need it in life, I won't need it in death

[Chorus]
Whoa, just kiss my ashes goodbye
Whoa, when I die... kiss my ashes goodbye

[Verse 2]
When words become irrelevant
And you start to feel as though ...you've been misled
Keep me out of sight, leave me out of mind...
When the thought no longer serves you, when I no longer serve you
Just let the memories die (...and move on)

[Chorus]
Whoa, kiss my ashes goodbye
Whoa, when I die... kiss my ashes goodbye

[νύχτα]

Goran Bregović - Death

[Who is The 4th man]

The Cranberries - When You're Gone

[νύχτα]

The Cranberries - When You're Gone

that is what I do

[Drexler]

[Who is The 4th man]

The Cranberries - When You're Gone

that is what I do

αυξομειώνεις τίς συχνότητες όμορφα

[plouf]

Αντιο για παντα τελευταια μου αγαπη.

[νύχτα]

Δρόμοι που αγάπησα-Ελένη Βιτάλη

[Παρταλι]

[νύχτα]

αντίο μαρικάκιμου, μεράκιμου

[νύχτα]

κύκλος, αεράκι


(The day has come when we no longer feel)

[νύχτα]

[Who is The 4th man]

τί ήταν αυτό δέν μπορώ τό ξαναβάζω...


"It's not a weight you're under it's an ideal;
And I cannot be the one to pretend that what you've done is right.

Break apart at the edge of all i believe,
Pushing words into my mouth until I'm sick over my feet.
I grow tired. Tired of calling your name.
It's like a winter; a winter that never ends.
And it grows in me like a disease.

After the war ends I'll be your writer.
And if you ride me like a horse, do you break me like a horse?
I'm not sleeping, I'm not sleeping, I'm not dreaming.
But when I do, I'll become a bird."

[νύχτα]

τί ήταν αυτό

(ψήνεσαι να οργανώσουμε καμιά εκπομπή;; )