Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Have The Touch, artist - Peter Gabriel. Date of issue: 06.09.1982
Song language: Deutsch
I Have The Touch(original) |
| Das schoenste ist bueroschluss, da geht alles rasch |
| Alle draengen und stossen — oh ja, ich mag das |
| Wenn koerper fluten — ganz egal wohin |
| Ich mittendrin und … kon-takt |
| All die treffs und parties: «gruess dich!" — und was dann? |
| Stellt mich einmal jemand vor, verpass ich nie’s programm |
| Haben sie eine frage — etwas, das sie quaelt? |
| Meine hand hat laengst … kon-takt |
| Will — will |
| Will — will |
| Will nur kon-takt |
| Will — will |
| Will — will |
| Will nur kon-takt |
| Greif die hand, greif die hand, greif die hand |
| Weil ich sonst nichts be-greifen kann |
| Greif die hand, greif die hand, die hand |
| Ich warte auf beruehrung: mit fuss, mit hand, mit arm |
| Nur was du tust, stellt dich bloss — du bist so richtig nackt |
| Sprich zu mir mit koerperkraft, auch wenn alles lacht |
| Ich glaub nur an den kon-takt |
| Will — will |
| Will — will |
| Will nur kon-takt |
| Will — will |
| Will — will |
| Will nur kon-takt |
| Greif die hand, greif die hand, greif die hand |
| Weil ich sonst nichts be-greifen kann |
| Greif die hand, greif die hand, die hand |
| Fass ans kinn, streich mein haar, putz die nase, drueck mein knie |
| Mach’s mit suff, stoff, nikotin — verlier die spannung nie |
| Schnipp die finger, press die arme, atme tief, beine quer |
| Zuck die schultern, halt mich oben: alles keinen zweck |
| Kon-takt |
| Kon-takt |
| Dein mund spuckt es aus: wakakawaka |
| (translation) |
| The best thing is when the office is closed, everything goes quickly |
| Everyone's pushing and shoving — oh yeah, I like that |
| When bodies flood — no matter where |
| Me right in the middle and ... contact |
| All the meetings and parties: «Hello!» — and then what? |
| If someone introduces me, I never miss the program |
| Do you have a question — something that worries you? |
| My hand has long been ... in contact |
| Will — want |
| Will — want |
| Just want contact |
| Will — want |
| Will — want |
| Just want contact |
| Grab your hand, grab your hand, grab your hand |
| Because I can't grasp anything else |
| Grab your hand, grab your hand, grab your hand |
| I wait to be touched: with foot, with hand, with arm |
| Only what you do exposes you — you are really naked |
| Speak to me with physical strength, even when everyone is laughing |
| I only believe in contact |
| Will — want |
| Will — want |
| Just want contact |
| Will — want |
| Will — want |
| Just want contact |
| Grab your hand, grab your hand, grab your hand |
| Because I can't grasp anything else |
| Grab your hand, grab your hand, grab your hand |
| Touch my chin, stroke my hair, wipe my nose, squeeze my knee |
| Do it with booze, stuff, nicotine — never lose the tension |
| Snap your fingers, squeeze your arms, breathe deeply, cross your legs |
| Shrug your shoulders, hold me up: it's no use |
| Contact |
| Contact |
| Your mouth spits it out: wakakawaka |