So without tribe and clan,
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No marks on hand
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From someone else's round dance
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He is not recognized by anyone.
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Chorus:
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Just for a moment you lose the feeling
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Just for a moment you lose the feeling
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After all, a tight whip sings in his hand.
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He is not like that, Zarathustra,
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He is not like that, Zarathustra,
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This is not Zarathustra,
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To feel sorry for everyone.
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Everything is more persistent and more beautiful
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The song is flowing, that there is strength.
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From a straitjacket
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I made the flags myself.
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Chorus:
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Just for a moment you lose the feeling
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Just for a moment you lose the feeling
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After all, a tight whip sings in his hand.
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He is not like that, Zarathustra,
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He is not like that, Zarathustra,
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This is not Zarathustra,
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For everyone…
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For everyone…
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And words are like boomerangs
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They hit them on wrinkled foreheads,
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To cracks and wounds
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Couldn't forget.
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Wake up at least for a moment
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Touch the wild secrets
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Let me touch the wild secrets, let me...
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What miracles
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Only the lips themselves
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Only the lips themselves whisper - jawohl - jawohl
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Chorus:
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Just for a moment you lose the feeling
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Just for a moment you lose the feeling
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After all, a tight whip sings in his hand.
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He is not like that, Zarathustra,
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He is not like that, Zarathustra,
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This is not Zarathustra,
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For everyone…
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For everyone… |