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Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa, we believe
She'd been drinking too much eggnog
And we begged her not to go
But she forgot her medication
And stumbled out the door into the snow
When we found her Christmas morning
At the scene of the attack
She had hoofprints on her forehead
And incriminating Claus marks on her back
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa, we believe
Now we're all so proud of grandpa
He's been taking this so well
And see him in there, watching football
Drinking beer and playing cards with cousin Mel
It's not Christmas without grandma
All the family's dressed in black
And we can't help but wonder
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa, we believe
Now the goose is on the table
And the pudding made of fig
And the blue and silver candles
That would have matched the gray in grandma's wig
I've warned all my friends and neighbors
Better watch out for yourselves
They should never give a license
To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa, we believe
But as for me and grandpa, we believe
'She's fallen, she can't get up'
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22.12.2024
All loves
I would have never believed
That one day I would see you without joy.
You would have never believed
That one day I would live without you.
Nothing remains the same,
Good turns into bad,
White turns into black,
But what has always been true will return.
All loves begin well:
A woman’s love, a love for work,
And also the love for freedom.
Often loves end badly,
Those who loved so much leave, work becomes servitude,
Freedom becomes a lie,
But we no longer lose
What has been true for a year, for a day.
Others in the world will love each other,
Others will work without sorrow,
Others will live in freedom.
I would have never believed
I would see the deceived people again.
You would have never believed
That those who exploit us teach virtue.
Nothing remains the same:
Good turns into bad,
White turns into black,
But what has always been true will return.
All loves begin well:
A woman’s love, a love for work,
And also the love for freedom.
Often loves end badly,
Those who are loved don’t know how to love, those who betrayed work,
Freedom belongs to those who can buy it,
But it starts again here.
What has been true in our day,
Many in the world already love each other,
Many already work without pain,
Many already laugh in freedom.
22.12.2024
Love Me More
Love me more,
hold me tighter,
tell me that my love
are you.
Don't be afraid,
remain in my heart,
this is the most beautiful dream
of love.
You gaze at me and stay silent
without telling me why,
perhaps you want to make me suffer
and die for you.
Love me more,
hold me tighter,
tell me that my love
are you.
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You gaze at me and stay silent
without telling me why,
perhaps you want to make me suffer
and die for you.
Love me more,
hold me tighter,
tell me that my love
are you,
tell me that my love
are you.
22.12.2024
Song of Flowers and Silence
They tell us: sing of forests and flowers,
Of the happy loves of people, joyfully,
With wire you sew shut your eyelids,
And fill your ears with muffled cotton.
And if the wheel turns, let it turn,
If the man falls asleep, let him sleep,
If the earth disappears, let it disappear,
And if someone dies, let them die.
They tell us: sing faintly and lovingly,
Be the rhythmic jesters of the industrial age,
Be merchants of small illusions and golden skies,
But above all, blow the soap bubbles.
And if the wheel turns, let it turn,
If the man falls asleep, let him sleep,
If the earth disappears, let it disappear,
And if someone dies, let them die.
They tell us: be silent, for silence is golden
About misery and work,
Be silent about life, if it has grey and hard days,
Be silent about love, if it is sad and dark,
Be silent even about flowers.
But if the wheel turns, let us not let it turn,
If the man falls asleep, let us not let him sleep,
If the earth disappears, let us make it reappear,
And if someone dies, let us not let them die.
And if the wheel turns, let us not let it turn,
If the man falls asleep, let us not let him sleep,
If the earth disappears, let us make it reappear,
And if someone dies, let us not let them die.
22.12.2024
Moonless Night
Moonless night,
loveless night,
no hope at this point,
only a chill in my heart.
No, I don't want to reawaken you,
no, I no longer want to beg you,
no, perhaps suffering will heal me.
It's just a bit of jealousy,
of melancholy, of a sad
moonless night,
night without your love any longer.
~~~~~
No, I don't want to reawaken you,
no, I no longer want to beg you,
no, perhaps suffering will heal me.
It's just a bit of jealousy,
of melancholy, of a sad
moonless night,
night without your love any longer,
without your love,
without your love!