Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Katapult, artist - Ira. Album song These Are the Arms, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 06.10.2011
Record label: Golden Antenna
Song language: Deutsch
Katapult(original) |
| Wir sprechen über Generationen |
| Von denen wir nichts wissen |
| Machen die Lichter an |
| Schalten die Dunkelheit ab |
| Lachen bis es wieder dämmert |
| Und jeder weiss dass es neues nicht gibt |
| Dass es das nich mehr gibt |
| Du bist hier nicht mehr zu Hause |
| Bist hier um die Dinge |
| Größer zu machen als sie sand |
| And these are my arms — these are my tools |
| All we have is us — and these are my arms |
| This is now — and these are my arms |
| All we have is us — and these are my tools |
| This is all I’ve got — these are my arms |
| Die drehenden Wände anhalten |
| Die Hände aufhalten |
| Mit einer berührung |
| Den Beton sprengen |
| Am stacheldraht zerren |
| Die gruben ausheben |
| Am Horizont weiter |
| Graben |
| Die Türen von ihnen Schlössern befreien |
| Herausreissen |
| Die Türen aus ihren Angeln heben |
| Herausreissen |
| Alle Türen offen |
| Alle Nerven offen |
| This is a call to arms |
| A declaration of war |
| My arms are doors I cannot close |
| My doors are arms I cannot close |
| My arms are doors I cannot close |
| My doors are arms I cannot close |
| My arms are doors my arms are doors… |
| Shoot your catapult |
| Use your catapult… |
| (translation) |
| We're talking about generations |
| Of which we know nothing |
| turn on the lights |
| Turn off the darkness |
| Laugh until it dawns again |
| And everyone knows that there is nothing new |
| That it no longer exists |
| You are no longer at home here |
| You are here for things |
| Make it bigger than you sand |
| And these are my arms — these are my tools |
| All we have is us — and these are my arms |
| This is now — and these are my arms |
| All we have is us — and these are my tools |
| This is all I've got — these are my arms |
| Stop the spinning walls |
| Hold hands |
| With a touch |
| Blast the concrete |
| Tugging at the barbed wire |
| Dig the pits |
| Farther on the horizon |
| dig |
| Free the doors from them locks |
| rip out |
| Lift the doors off their hinges |
| rip out |
| All doors open |
| All nerves open |
| This is a call to arms |
| A declaration of war |
| My arms are doors I cannot close |
| My doors are arms I cannot close |
| My arms are doors I cannot close |
| My doors are arms I cannot close |
| My arms are doors my arms are doors… |
| Shoot your catapult |
| Use your catapult… |