<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:06:23.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rammstein</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-4673415393336615522</id><published>2010-12-22T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T10:11:00.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MEIN HERZ BRENNT '</title><content type='html'>Nun liebe kinder gebt fein acht&lt;br /&gt;ich bin die stimme aus dem kissen&lt;br /&gt;ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht&lt;br /&gt;hab es aus meiner brust gerissen&lt;br /&gt;mit diesem herz hab ich die macht&lt;br /&gt;die augenlider zu erpressen &lt;br /&gt;ich singe bis der tag erwacht&lt;br /&gt;ein heller schein am firmament&lt;br /&gt;mein herz brennt&lt;br /&gt;Sie kommen zu euch in der nacht&lt;br /&gt;dämonen geister schwarze feen&lt;br /&gt;sie kriechen aus dem kellerschacht&lt;br /&gt;und werden unter euer bettzeug sehen&lt;br /&gt;Nun liebe kinder gebt fein acht&lt;br /&gt;ich bin die stimme aus dem kissen&lt;br /&gt;ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht&lt;br /&gt;ein heller schein am firmament&lt;br /&gt;mein herz brennt&lt;br /&gt;Sie kommen zu euch in der nacht&lt;br /&gt;und stehlen eure kleinen heißen tränen&lt;br /&gt;sie warten bis der mond erwacht &lt;br /&gt;und drücken sie in meine kalten venen&lt;br /&gt;Nun liebe kinder gebt fein acht&lt;br /&gt;ich bin die stimme aus dem kissen&lt;br /&gt;ich singe bis der tag erwacht&lt;br /&gt;ein heller schein am firmament&lt;br /&gt;mein herz brennt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-4673415393336615522?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/4673415393336615522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=4673415393336615522' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4673415393336615522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4673415393336615522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/12/letra-mein-herz-brennt.html' title='LETRA &apos; MEIN HERZ BRENNT &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-4291114222127606412</id><published>2010-12-15T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T10:11:00.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MEIN HERZ BRENNT (EN PORTUGUÉS) '</title><content type='html'>Meu Coração Queima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, lindas crianças, prestem bastante atenção&lt;br /&gt;eu sou a voz que vem do travesseiro&lt;br /&gt;eu trouxe para vocês algo comigo&lt;br /&gt;que arranquei do meu próprio peito&lt;br /&gt;com este coração, possuo o poder&lt;br /&gt;de exercer controle sobre as pálpebras&lt;br /&gt;eu canto até o dia despertar&lt;br /&gt;uma luz brilhante no firmamento&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração queima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles vêm até vocês à noite&lt;br /&gt;Demônios espíritos fadas negras&lt;br /&gt;Eles se arrastam para fora de cavernas subterrâneas&lt;br /&gt;E vêm espiar embaixo de suas cobertas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, lindas crianças, prestem bastante atenção&lt;br /&gt;eu sou a voz que vem do travesseiro&lt;br /&gt;eu trouxe para vocês algo comigo&lt;br /&gt;uma luz brilhante no firmamento&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração queima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles vêm até vocês à noite&lt;br /&gt;e roubam suas cálidas pequenas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;eles esperam até que a lua desperte&lt;br /&gt;e se esquivam dentro das minhas veias frias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, lindas crianças, prestem bastante atenção&lt;br /&gt;eu sou a voz que vem do travesseiro&lt;br /&gt;eu canto até o dia despertar&lt;br /&gt;uma luz brilhante no firmamento&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração queima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-4291114222127606412?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/4291114222127606412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=4291114222127606412' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4291114222127606412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4291114222127606412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/12/letra-mein-herz-brennt-en-portugues.html' title='LETRA &apos; MEIN HERZ BRENNT (EN PORTUGUÉS) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-1440580784864751290</id><published>2010-12-14T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T10:11:00.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MEIN HERZ BRENNT (ENGLISH) '</title><content type='html'>Now, dear children, pay attention&lt;br /&gt;i am the voice from the pillow&lt;br /&gt;i have brought you something&lt;br /&gt;i ripped it from my chest&lt;br /&gt;With this heart i have the power&lt;br /&gt;to blackmail the eyelids&lt;br /&gt;i sing until the day awakes&lt;br /&gt;a bright light on the heavens&lt;br /&gt;my heart burns&lt;br /&gt;They come to you in the night&lt;br /&gt;demons, ghosts, black fairies&lt;br /&gt;they creep out of the cellar shaft&lt;br /&gt;and will look under your bedding&lt;br /&gt;Now, dear children, pay attention&lt;br /&gt;i am the voice from the pillow&lt;br /&gt;i have brought you something&lt;br /&gt;a bright light on the heavens&lt;br /&gt;my heart burns&lt;br /&gt;They come to you in the night&lt;br /&gt;and steal your small hot tears&lt;br /&gt;they wait until the moon awakes&lt;br /&gt;and put them in my cold veins&lt;br /&gt;Now, dear children, pay attention&lt;br /&gt;i am the voice from the pillow&lt;br /&gt;i sing until the day awakes&lt;br /&gt;a bright light on the heavens&lt;br /&gt;my heart burns&lt;br /&gt;My heart burns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-1440580784864751290?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/1440580784864751290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=1440580784864751290' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1440580784864751290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1440580784864751290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/12/letra-mein-herz-brennt-english.html' title='LETRA &apos; MEIN HERZ BRENNT (ENGLISH) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-3412337386814172986</id><published>2010-12-07T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T10:11:00.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MEIN HERZ BRENNT (GERMAN) '</title><content type='html'>Nun liebe kinder gebt fein acht&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin die stimme aus dem kissen&lt;br /&gt;Ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht&lt;br /&gt;Hab es aus meiner brust gerissen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mit diesem herz hab ich die macht&lt;br /&gt;Die augenlider zu erpressen&lt;br /&gt;Ich singe bis der tag erwacht&lt;br /&gt;Ein heller schein am firmament&lt;br /&gt;Mein herz brennt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie kommen zu euch in der nacht&lt;br /&gt;Dämonen geister schwarze feen&lt;br /&gt;Sie kriechen aus dem kellerschacht&lt;br /&gt;Und werden unter euer bettzeug sehen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nun liebe kinder gebt fein acht&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin die stimme aus dem kissen&lt;br /&gt;Ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht&lt;br /&gt;Ein heller schein am firmament&lt;br /&gt;Mein herz brennt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie kommen zu euch in der nacht&lt;br /&gt;Und stehlen eure kleinen heißen tränen&lt;br /&gt;Sie warten bis der mond erwacht&lt;br /&gt;Und drücken sie in meine kalten venen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nun liebe kinder gebt fein acht&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin die stimme aus dem kissen&lt;br /&gt;Ich singe bis der tag erwacht&lt;br /&gt;Ein heller schein am firmament&lt;br /&gt;Mein herz brennt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-3412337386814172986?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/3412337386814172986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=3412337386814172986' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3412337386814172986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3412337386814172986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/12/letra-mein-herz-brennt-german.html' title='LETRA &apos; MEIN HERZ BRENNT (GERMAN) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-3106576849731245105</id><published>2010-12-06T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T10:11:00.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MEIN HERZ BRENT ( EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>MI CORAZON ARDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora, queridos niños tener cuidado&lt;br /&gt;soy la voz de vuestra almohada&lt;br /&gt;os he traído algo&lt;br /&gt;me lo he arrancado del pecho&lt;br /&gt;con este corazón tengo el poder&lt;br /&gt;para ejercer sobre vuestros párpados&lt;br /&gt;cantaré hasta que amanezca&lt;br /&gt;veo un brillo claro en el firmamento&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón arde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os visitan de noche&lt;br /&gt;demonios, espíritus, hadas negras&lt;br /&gt;salen del sótano&lt;br /&gt;y verán debajo de vuestras sábanas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queridos niños tener cuidado&lt;br /&gt;soy la voz de vuestra almohada&lt;br /&gt;os he traído algo&lt;br /&gt;veo un brillo claro en el firmamento&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón arde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os visitan de noche&lt;br /&gt;y os roban vuestras lágrimas calientes&lt;br /&gt;esperan a que salga la luna&lt;br /&gt;y las introducen en mis venas frías&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queridos niños tener cuidado&lt;br /&gt;soy la voz de vuestra almohada&lt;br /&gt;os he traído algo&lt;br /&gt;veo un brillo claro en el firmamento&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón arde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-3106576849731245105?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/3106576849731245105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=3106576849731245105' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3106576849731245105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3106576849731245105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/12/letra-mein-herz-brent-en-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; MEIN HERZ BRENT ( EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-7558574207284993170</id><published>2010-12-02T10:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T10:11:00.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MEIN TEIL (CORREGIDA) '</title><content type='html'>Hoy conocí a un caballero&lt;br /&gt;Le gusto tanto, que podría comerme&lt;br /&gt;Partes blandas, e incluso partes duras**&lt;br /&gt;Están en el menú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tú eres lo que comes&lt;br /&gt;Y tú sabes lo que es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es mi parte – ¡NO!&lt;br /&gt;Mi parte – ¡NO!&lt;br /&gt;Eso ahí es mi parte – ¡NO!&lt;br /&gt;Mi parte – ¡NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cuchillo mellado, bueno y apropiado…&lt;br /&gt;Sangro demasiado y me siento enfermo&lt;br /&gt;Aunque me cuesta permanecer despierto&lt;br /&gt;Sigo comiendo, entre convulsiones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está tan ricamente sazonada,&lt;br /&gt;y tan bien flameada,&lt;br /&gt;y tan linda, servida en porcelana&lt;br /&gt;Y con ella, un buen vino&lt;br /&gt;y, a la luz de las velas,&lt;br /&gt;Sí, me tomaré mi tiempo;&lt;br /&gt;Hay que tener algo de cultura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tú eres lo que comes&lt;br /&gt;Y tú sabes lo que es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es mi parte – ¡NO!&lt;br /&gt;Mi parte – ¡NO!&lt;br /&gt;Porque es mi parte – ¡NO!&lt;br /&gt;Sí, es mi parte – ¡NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un alarido ascenderá a los cielos&lt;br /&gt;Atravesará huestes de ángeles&lt;br /&gt;Carne y plumas caerán en medio de chillidos&lt;br /&gt;Desde lo alto de las nubes hasta mi infancia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-7558574207284993170?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/7558574207284993170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=7558574207284993170' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/7558574207284993170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/7558574207284993170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/12/letra-mein-teil-corregida.html' title='LETRA &apos; MEIN TEIL (CORREGIDA) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-1405533163857955713</id><published>2010-12-02T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T10:11:00.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MEIN TEIL '</title><content type='html'>Heute treff ich einen Herrn. &lt;br /&gt;Der hat mich zum fressen gern, &lt;br /&gt;weiche Teile und auch harte &lt;br /&gt;stehen auf der Speisekarte. &lt;br /&gt;Denn du bist was du isst. &lt;br /&gt;Und ihr wisst was es ist! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;Es ist mein Teil! &lt;br /&gt;Mein Teil! &lt;br /&gt;Denn das ist mein Teil! &lt;br /&gt;Mein teil! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die stumpfe Klinge gut und recht &lt;br /&gt;ich blute stark und mir ist schlecht. &lt;br /&gt;Muss ich auch mit der Ohnmacht kämpfen, &lt;br /&gt;ich esse weiter unter Krämpfen. &lt;br /&gt;Ist doch so gut gewürzt &lt;br /&gt;und so schön flambiert &lt;br /&gt;und so liebevoll auf Porzellan serviert! &lt;br /&gt;Dazu ein guter Wein &lt;br /&gt;und zarter Kerzenschein. &lt;br /&gt;Ja da lass ich mir Zeit, &lt;br /&gt;etwas Kultur muss sein! &lt;br /&gt;Denn du bist was du isst, &lt;br /&gt;und ihr wisst was es ist! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;Es ist mein Teil! &lt;br /&gt;Mein Teil! &lt;br /&gt;Denn das ist mein Teil! &lt;br /&gt;Yes it´s mein Teil! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ein Schrei wird zum Himmel fahren &lt;br /&gt;schneidet sich durch Engelscharen &lt;br /&gt;vom Wolkendach fällt Federfleisch &lt;br /&gt;auf meine Kindheit mit Gekreisch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;Es ist mein Teil! &lt;br /&gt;Mein Teil! &lt;br /&gt;Denn das ist mein Teil! &lt;br /&gt;Yes it´s mein Teil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-1405533163857955713?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/1405533163857955713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=1405533163857955713' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1405533163857955713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1405533163857955713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/12/letra-mein-teil.html' title='LETRA &apos; 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MORGENSTERN (EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-736634158581197551</id><published>2010-11-19T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T10:06:00.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MEIN TEIL (EN PORTUGUÉS) '</title><content type='html'>"Procura-se por alguem com idade entre 18-30 anos em boa forma&lt;br /&gt;para chacinar&lt;br /&gt;- O Mestre Açougueiro" (Trecho do anúncio que foi jogado&lt;br /&gt; na internet no ano de 2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu encontrarei um homem&lt;br /&gt;Que me devoraria com prazer&lt;br /&gt;há partes duras e também partes macias&lt;br /&gt;que estão no cardápio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que você é, o que você come&lt;br /&gt;E você sabe, que é o que ele é&lt;br /&gt;É minha parte (não)&lt;br /&gt;Minha parte (não)&lt;br /&gt;esta é minha parte (não)&lt;br /&gt;Minha parte (não)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corte parece certo e bom&lt;br /&gt;Eu sangro demais e passo mal&lt;br /&gt;também tenho que lutar contra o desmaio&lt;br /&gt;continuarei comendo mesmo sob espasmos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está tão bem preparado e bem esquentado&lt;br /&gt;e tao bem servido em porcelana&lt;br /&gt;para acompanhar um bom vinho e uma boa luz de vela&lt;br /&gt;sim, eu tomo meu tempo, devo ser elegante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que você é, o que você come&lt;br /&gt;E você sabe, que é o que ele é&lt;br /&gt;É minha parte (não)&lt;br /&gt;Minha parte (não)&lt;br /&gt;esta é minha parte (não)&lt;br /&gt;é Minha parte (não)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grito viajára até o céu&lt;br /&gt;e transpassará um rebanho de anjos&lt;br /&gt;do topo das nuvens cairá o corpo de penas&lt;br /&gt;em minha infância agonizante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É minha parte (não)&lt;br /&gt;Minha parte (não)&lt;br /&gt;esta é minha parte (não)&lt;br /&gt;Esta é Minha parte (não)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-736634158581197551?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/736634158581197551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=736634158581197551' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/736634158581197551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/736634158581197551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/11/letra-mein-teil-en-portugues.html' title='LETRA &apos; MEIN TEIL (EN PORTUGUÉS) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-5677679558335494738</id><published>2010-11-18T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T10:07:00.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MEIN TEIL (EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>Mi Verga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se buscan personas en buena forma,&lt;br /&gt;entre dieciocho a treinta años para ser asesinado.&lt;br /&gt;El Carnicero Maestro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy conici a un caballero&lt;br /&gt;y quisiera que el me comiera,&lt;br /&gt;Partes blandas y partes duras&lt;br /&gt;están a la carta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tú eres&lt;br /&gt;lo que comes&lt;br /&gt;y tú sabes&lt;br /&gt;lo que es eso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es mi verga -no&lt;br /&gt;mi verga– no&lt;br /&gt;Porque es mi verga– no&lt;br /&gt;mi verga– no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cuchillo esta un poco afilado, sera bueno y apropiado&lt;br /&gt;Me desangro y me siento enfermo&lt;br /&gt;Aun así debo mantenerme despierto&lt;br /&gt;Y continúo comiendo mientras me convulsiono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está tan bien sazonada&lt;br /&gt;y tan bien flambeada&lt;br /&gt;y tan cariñosamente servida en porcelana&lt;br /&gt;Y para acompañar, un buen vino y una gentil luz de vela&lt;br /&gt;Sí, me tomaré mi tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Debes de tener algo de cultura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tú eres&lt;br /&gt;lo que comes&lt;br /&gt;y tú sabes&lt;br /&gt;lo que es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es mi verga– no&lt;br /&gt;mi verga– no&lt;br /&gt;Porque es mi verga– no&lt;br /&gt;mi verga– no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un grito subirá al cielo&lt;br /&gt;Y cortará hasta a los propios ángeles&lt;br /&gt;Plumas yCarne caen estrepitosamente&lt;br /&gt;desde lo alto de las nubes sobre mi infancia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es mi verga– no&lt;br /&gt;mi parverga– no&lt;br /&gt;Porque es mi verga– no&lt;br /&gt;mi verga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-5677679558335494738?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/5677679558335494738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=5677679558335494738' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/5677679558335494738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/5677679558335494738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/11/letra-mein-teil-en-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; MEIN TEIL (EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-1116618352295253051</id><published>2010-11-17T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T10:07:00.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MEIN TEIL (CORREGIDA) '</title><content type='html'>Hoy conocí a un caballero&lt;br /&gt;Le gusto tanto, que podría comerme&lt;br /&gt;Partes blandas, e incluso partes duras**&lt;br /&gt;Están en el menú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tú eres lo que comes&lt;br /&gt;Y tú sabes lo que es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es mi parte – ¡NO!&lt;br /&gt;Mi parte – ¡NO!&lt;br /&gt;Eso ahí es mi parte – ¡NO!&lt;br /&gt;Mi parte – ¡NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cuchillo mellado, bueno y apropiado…&lt;br /&gt;Sangro demasiado y me siento enfermo&lt;br /&gt;Aunque me cuesta permanecer despierto&lt;br /&gt;Sigo comiendo, entre convulsiones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está tan ricamente sazonada,&lt;br /&gt;y tan bien flameada,&lt;br /&gt;y tan linda, servida en porcelana&lt;br /&gt;Y con ella, un buen vino&lt;br /&gt;y, a la luz de las velas,&lt;br /&gt;Sí, me tomaré mi tiempo;&lt;br /&gt;Hay que tener algo de cultura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tú eres lo que comes&lt;br /&gt;Y tú sabes lo que es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es mi parte – ¡NO!&lt;br /&gt;Mi parte – ¡NO!&lt;br /&gt;Porque es mi parte – ¡NO!&lt;br /&gt;Sí, es mi parte – ¡NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un alarido ascenderá a los cielos&lt;br /&gt;Atravesará huestes de ángeles&lt;br /&gt;Carne y plumas caerán en medio de chillidos&lt;br /&gt;Desde lo alto de las nubes hasta mi infancia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-1116618352295253051?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/1116618352295253051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=1116618352295253051' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1116618352295253051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1116618352295253051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/11/letra-mein-teil-corregida.html' title='LETRA &apos; MEIN TEIL (CORREGIDA) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-7961865687004144848</id><published>2010-11-08T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:06:00.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MEINE WUTT WILL NICH STERBEN (EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>Dime, lo lejos que quieres llegar&lt;br /&gt;le quieres ver por el piso - Sí&lt;br /&gt;quieres que suplique clemencia&lt;br /&gt;quieres que se arrodille ante tí&lt;br /&gt;ideas de venganza libre de humildad&lt;br /&gt;no ves ni escuchas nada&lt;br /&gt;tus sentimientos enfermos&lt;br /&gt;no le darán una oportunidad&lt;br /&gt;tu furia no morira&lt;br /&gt;y es lo único que te mantiene con vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú puedes, quieres pero no perdonas&lt;br /&gt;y condenas su vida&lt;br /&gt;vagas en la locura&lt;br /&gt;de gran ira, violencia y venganza&lt;br /&gt;naciste para odiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi furia no morira&lt;br /&gt;Mi furia no morira&lt;br /&gt;mi furia no muere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aplastas tu odio como una piedra&lt;br /&gt;contra él, piedra aplastante&lt;br /&gt;le has acosado, cazado y maldito&lt;br /&gt;y el huyo, tambáleandose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu puedes, quieres pero no perdonarás&lt;br /&gt;y condenas su vida&lt;br /&gt;vagas en la locura&lt;br /&gt;de gran ira, destruccion y venganza&lt;br /&gt;naciste para odiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi furia no morira&lt;br /&gt;mi furia no morira&lt;br /&gt;mi furia no muere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-7961865687004144848?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/7961865687004144848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=7961865687004144848' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/7961865687004144848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/7961865687004144848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/11/letra-meine-wutt-will-nich-sterben-en.html' title='LETRA &apos; MEINE WUTT WILL NICH STERBEN (EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-6945955941746496448</id><published>2010-11-07T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T10:06:00.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MORGENSTERN '</title><content type='html'>Sie ist hässlich, dass es graut, &lt;br /&gt;wenn sie in den himmel schaut, &lt;br /&gt;dann fürchtet sich das licht, &lt;br /&gt;scheint ihr von unten in's gesicht &lt;br /&gt;So muss sie sich am tag verstecken, &lt;br /&gt;wer will das licht doch nicht erschrecken, &lt;br /&gt;lebt im schatten bis der schein vergeht, &lt;br /&gt;sieht einen stern sie nicht prangen und fleht, &lt;br /&gt;meine schönheit auf die wangen &lt;br /&gt;Morgenstern ach, scheine!, &lt;br /&gt;auf das antlitz mein, &lt;br /&gt;wirf ein warmes licht, &lt;br /&gt;auf mein ungesicht, &lt;br /&gt;sag mir ich bin nicht alleine &lt;br /&gt;Hässlich, du bist hässlich, &lt;br /&gt;du, du bist hässlich &lt;br /&gt;Ich bin allein zur nacht gegangen, &lt;br /&gt;die späten vögel nicht mehr sangen, &lt;br /&gt;sah' sonnenkinder im gewimmel, &lt;br /&gt;und so lief ich in den gestörten himmel &lt;br /&gt;Morgenstern ach, scheine!, &lt;br /&gt;auf die liebste meine, &lt;br /&gt;wirf ein warmes licht, &lt;br /&gt;auf ihr ungesicht, &lt;br /&gt;sag ihr sie ist nicht alleine &lt;br /&gt;Morgenstern ach, scheine!, &lt;br /&gt;auf die seele meine, &lt;br /&gt;wirf ein warmes licht, &lt;br /&gt;auf sein herz das bricht, &lt;br /&gt;sag ihr, dass ich weine &lt;br /&gt;Denn du, du bist hässlich, &lt;br /&gt;du bist einfach hässlich &lt;br /&gt;Der mensch ist doch ein augentier, &lt;br /&gt;schöne dinge wünsch' ich mir, &lt;br /&gt;doch du, du bist nicht schön, nein &lt;br /&gt;Morgenstern ach, scheine!, &lt;br /&gt;auf die liebste meine, &lt;br /&gt;wirf ein warmes licht, &lt;br /&gt;auf ihr ungesicht, &lt;br /&gt;sag ihr sie ist nicht alleine &lt;br /&gt;Und der stern will scheinen, &lt;br /&gt;auf die liebste meine, &lt;br /&gt;wärmt die brust mir geht, &lt;br /&gt;wo das leben schlägt, &lt;br /&gt;mit dem herzen sie, &lt;br /&gt;sie ist wunderschön&lt;br /&gt;By parl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-6945955941746496448?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/6945955941746496448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=6945955941746496448' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/6945955941746496448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/6945955941746496448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/11/letra-morgenstern.html' title='LETRA &apos; MORGENSTERN &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-4073198126708665032</id><published>2010-10-27T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T10:07:00.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MORGENSTERN (EN PORTUGUÉS) '</title><content type='html'>Ela é horrivel, aquela que aparece pela manhã&lt;br /&gt;Quando do céu ela olha&lt;br /&gt;Assusta as luzes&lt;br /&gt;Brilham elas abertamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então ela deve se encobrir do dia&lt;br /&gt;Quem quer a luz não se assusta&lt;br /&gt;Vive em sombras até que o brilho morra&lt;br /&gt;Vê uma estrela que não deseja se exibir&lt;br /&gt;A minha bela face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrela da manhã ah, brilhe!&lt;br /&gt;Sob minha face&lt;br /&gt;Lance a luz quente&lt;br /&gt;Em minha face&lt;br /&gt;Diga que não estou sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrível, tu és horrível&lt;br /&gt;tu, tu és horrível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou sozinho para andar pela noite&lt;br /&gt;Os pássaros tardios não cantam mais&lt;br /&gt;Vi uma criança do sol na multidão&lt;br /&gt;E então corri para o céu confuso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrela da manhã ah, brilhe!&lt;br /&gt;Sob meu/minha querido(a)&lt;br /&gt;Lance a luz quente&lt;br /&gt;Em sua face&lt;br /&gt;Diga que não estou sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrela da manhã ah, brilhe!&lt;br /&gt;Sob minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Lance a luz quente&lt;br /&gt;Até que seu coração se parta&lt;br /&gt;Diga, que eu chorei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrível, tu és horrível&lt;br /&gt;tu, tu és horrível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O humano é um predador de olhos&lt;br /&gt;Bonitas coisas eu desejo&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu, tu não és bonita, não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrela da manhã ah, brilhe!&lt;br /&gt;Sob meu/minha querido(a)&lt;br /&gt;Lance a luz quente&lt;br /&gt;Em sua face&lt;br /&gt;Diga que ela não está sozinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a estrela irá brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Acima de mim&lt;br /&gt;Meu torso ficará quente&lt;br /&gt;Onde a vida acerta&lt;br /&gt;Com seu abraço&lt;br /&gt;Ela é maravilhosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-4073198126708665032?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/4073198126708665032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=4073198126708665032' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4073198126708665032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4073198126708665032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/10/letra-morgenstern-en-portugues.html' title='LETRA &apos; MORGENSTERN (EN PORTUGUÉS) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-3440133107726806451</id><published>2010-10-27T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T10:07:01.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MOSKAU '</title><content type='html'>(eto pesnia o samom prekrasnom gorade v mire - moskwa) &lt;br /&gt;Diese stadt ist eine dirne, &lt;br /&gt;hat rote flecken auf der stirn' &lt;br /&gt;ihre zähne sind aus gold, &lt;br /&gt;sie ist fett und doch so hold &lt;br /&gt;ihr mund füllt ihr zu tale, &lt;br /&gt;wenn ich sie dafür bezahle &lt;br /&gt;sie zieht sich aus, &lt;br /&gt;doch nur für geld &lt;br /&gt;die stadt die mich in atem hält.. &lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;moskau (ras,dwa,tri) &lt;br /&gt;moskau (pasmatri: &lt;br /&gt;pioneri tam i tut, &lt;br /&gt;pesni lenenu pojut) &lt;br /&gt;Sie ist alt und trotzdem schön, &lt;br /&gt;ich kann ihr nicht wiedersteh'n (nemogu stojat') &lt;br /&gt;pudert sich die alte haut, &lt;br /&gt;hat sich die brüste neu gebaut (...) &lt;br /&gt;sie macht mich geil, &lt;br /&gt;ich leide qualen &lt;br /&gt;sie tanzt für mich, &lt;br /&gt;ich muss bezahlen (ja dolschen platit') &lt;br /&gt;sie schläft mit mir, &lt;br /&gt;doch nur für geld &lt;br /&gt;ist doch die schönste stadt der welt.. (pojehali!) &lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;[2x] &lt;br /&gt;(ras,dwa,tri) &lt;br /&gt;Ich sehe was, was du nicht siehst [3x] &lt;br /&gt;(kogda ti notschju krepko spisch) &lt;br /&gt;(kogda ti predo mnoi leschisch) &lt;br /&gt;(kogda so mnoju gavarisch) &lt;br /&gt;ich sehe was, das siehst du nie! &lt;br /&gt;(ras,dwa,tri) &lt;br /&gt;Chorus [3x]&lt;br /&gt;By parl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-3440133107726806451?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/3440133107726806451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=3440133107726806451' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3440133107726806451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3440133107726806451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/10/letra-moskau.html' title='LETRA &apos; MOSKAU &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-2518500447863849488</id><published>2010-10-18T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T09:58:00.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MOSKAU (CORREGIDA) '</title><content type='html'>Esta ciudad es una puta&lt;br /&gt;Tiene manchas rojas en su frente&lt;br /&gt;Sus dientes son de oro&lt;br /&gt;Ella es gorda, pero aún así tan amable&lt;br /&gt;Su boca desciende hasta mi valle&lt;br /&gt;Cuando le pago por ello&lt;br /&gt;Se quita la ropa pero sólo por dinero&lt;br /&gt;La ciudad que me mantiene en suspenso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Moscú!&lt;br /&gt;(¡Un, dos, tres!)&lt;br /&gt;¡Moscú!&lt;br /&gt;(¡Mira!)&lt;br /&gt;Los Pioneros caminando por allá,&lt;br /&gt;entonando canciones a Lenin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella es vieja y a pesar de todo, hermosa&lt;br /&gt;No me puedo resistir&lt;br /&gt;(no puedo resistir)&lt;br /&gt;Empolva su vieja piel&lt;br /&gt;Y se ha hecho rehacer los pechos&lt;br /&gt;(se los ha hecho rehacer)&lt;br /&gt;Ella me excita, yo sufro agonía&lt;br /&gt;Ella baila para mí; tengo que pagar&lt;br /&gt;(he de pagar)&lt;br /&gt;Ella duerme conmigo pero sólo por dinero&lt;br /&gt;Aún así, es la ciudad más bella del mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Moscú!&lt;br /&gt;(¡Un, dos, tres!)&lt;br /&gt;¡Moscú!&lt;br /&gt;(¡Mira!)&lt;br /&gt;Los Pioneros caminando por allá,&lt;br /&gt;entonando canciones a Lenin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡ Un, dos, tres !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo veo algo, que tú no ves&lt;br /&gt;(Cuando cierras tus ojos /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando duermes profundamente en la noche)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo veo algo, que tú no ves&lt;br /&gt;(Cuando te arrodillas frente a mí /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te acuestas ante mí)&lt;br /&gt;Yo veo algo, que tú no ves&lt;br /&gt;(Cuando me acaricias con tu boca /&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me hablas)&lt;br /&gt;Yo veo algo, que tú nunca verás&lt;br /&gt;¡ Un, dos, tres !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Moscú!&lt;br /&gt;¡Un, dos, tres!&lt;br /&gt;¡Moscú!&lt;br /&gt;¡Mira!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-2518500447863849488?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/2518500447863849488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=2518500447863849488' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/2518500447863849488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/2518500447863849488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/10/letra-moskau-corregida.html' title='LETRA &apos; MOSKAU (CORREGIDA) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-2055145063191055728</id><published>2010-10-16T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T09:58:00.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MOSKAU (EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>Moscú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta ciudad es una puta&lt;br /&gt;ella tiene manchas rojas sobre su frente&lt;br /&gt;sus dientes son de oro&lt;br /&gt;ella es gorda y por tanto dulce&lt;br /&gt;su boca desciende a mi valle&lt;br /&gt;cuando yo la pago&lt;br /&gt;ella se desnuda&lt;br /&gt;pero por dinero&lt;br /&gt;una ciudad que me tiene sin aliento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moscú&lt;br /&gt;un dos tres&lt;br /&gt;Moscú&lt;br /&gt;mirar!&lt;br /&gt;pioneros aquí y allí cantando canciones de Lennin&lt;br /&gt;Es vieja y a pesar de todo guapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no puedo resistirlo&lt;br /&gt;(no puedo resistir)&lt;br /&gt;Empolva su vieja piel&lt;br /&gt;Se hizo rehacer los pechos&lt;br /&gt;(se hizo rehacer)&lt;br /&gt;Me excita&lt;br /&gt;Sufro como mártir&lt;br /&gt;baila para mi&lt;br /&gt;debo pagar&lt;br /&gt;(debo pagar)&lt;br /&gt;Me cuesta&lt;br /&gt;pero pago el dinero&lt;br /&gt;es sin embargo es la ciudad mas bonita del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moscú&lt;br /&gt;un dos tres&lt;br /&gt;Moscú&lt;br /&gt;mirar!&lt;br /&gt;pioneros aquí y allí cantando canciones de Lennin&lt;br /&gt;Moscú&lt;br /&gt;un dos tres&lt;br /&gt;Moscú&lt;br /&gt;mirar!&lt;br /&gt;pioneros aquí y allí cantando canciones de Lennin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veo algo&lt;br /&gt;que tú no ves&lt;br /&gt;(cuando duermes placenteramente en la noche)&lt;br /&gt;veo algo&lt;br /&gt;que tú no ves&lt;br /&gt;veo algo&lt;br /&gt;que tú no ves&lt;br /&gt;(cuando tu me hablas)&lt;br /&gt;veo algo&lt;br /&gt;que jamás verás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un dos tres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moscú&lt;br /&gt;un dos tres&lt;br /&gt;Moscú&lt;br /&gt;mirar!&lt;br /&gt;pioneros aquí y allí cantando canciones de Lennin&lt;br /&gt;Moscú&lt;br /&gt;un dos tres&lt;br /&gt;Moscú&lt;br /&gt;mirar!&lt;br /&gt;pioneros aquí y allí cantando canciones de Lennin&lt;br /&gt;Moscú&lt;br /&gt;un dos tres&lt;br /&gt;Moscú&lt;br /&gt;mirar!&lt;br /&gt;pioneros aquí y allí cantando canciones de Lennin&lt;br /&gt;Moscú&lt;br /&gt;un dos tres&lt;br /&gt;Moscú&lt;br /&gt;mirar!&lt;br /&gt;pioneros aquí y allí cantando canciones de Lennin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-2055145063191055728?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/2055145063191055728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=2055145063191055728' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/2055145063191055728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/2055145063191055728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/10/letra-moskau-en-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; MOSKAU (EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-9049843743608367033</id><published>2010-10-11T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T09:59:01.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MOSKAU (EN PORTUGUÉS) '</title><content type='html'>Moskau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Esta música é sobre a mais bela cidade do mundo... Moscow!)&lt;br /&gt;Este cidade é uma Prostituta&lt;br /&gt;Tem mancha vermelha sobre Testa&lt;br /&gt;seus dentes são de Ouro&lt;br /&gt;ela é gorda e porém tão simpática&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sua boca cai-me&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pagar por ela&lt;br /&gt;Ela despida somente por dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moskau&lt;br /&gt;(Um, Dois, Três!)&lt;br /&gt;Moskau&lt;br /&gt;(Olhem)&lt;br /&gt;(Pioneiros vem chegando, cantando canções para Lenin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é velha e apesar bonita&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso reve-la&lt;br /&gt;(eu não posso ficar)&lt;br /&gt;maqueia sua pele velha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela construiu um novo Busto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Construiu de novo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela deixa-me com tesão, eu sofro agonias&lt;br /&gt;Ela dança para mim, eu preciso pagar&lt;br /&gt;(preciso pagar)&lt;br /&gt;Ela dorme comigo porém, somente por dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;É a cidade mais bonita do Mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moskau&lt;br /&gt;(Um, Dois, Três!)&lt;br /&gt;Moskau&lt;br /&gt;(Olhem)&lt;br /&gt;(Pioneiros vem chegando, cantando canções para Lenin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moskau&lt;br /&gt;(Um, Dois, Três!)&lt;br /&gt;Moskau&lt;br /&gt;(Olhem)&lt;br /&gt;(Pioneiros vem chegando, cantando canções para Lenin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, Dois, Três!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo, o que você não vê&lt;br /&gt;(Quando você dorme tranquilamente a noite)&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo, o que você não vê&lt;br /&gt;(Quando você descansa em minha frente)&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo, o que você não vê&lt;br /&gt;(Quando você fala comigo)&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo, o que você nunca verá&lt;br /&gt;Um, Dois, Três!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moskau&lt;br /&gt;(Um, Dois, Três!)&lt;br /&gt;Moskau&lt;br /&gt;(Olhem!)&lt;br /&gt;(Pioneiros vem chegando, cantando canções para Lenin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moskau&lt;br /&gt;(Um, Dois, Três!)&lt;br /&gt;Moskau&lt;br /&gt;(Olhem!)&lt;br /&gt;(Pioneiros vem chegando, cantando canções para Lenin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moskau&lt;br /&gt;(Um, Dois, Três!)&lt;br /&gt;Moskau&lt;br /&gt;(Olhem!)&lt;br /&gt;(Pioneiros vem chegando, cantando canções para Lenin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moskau&lt;br /&gt;(Um, Dois, Três!)&lt;br /&gt;Moskau&lt;br /&gt;(Olhem!)&lt;br /&gt;(Pioneiros vem chegando, cantando canções para Lenin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Moskou!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-9049843743608367033?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/9049843743608367033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=9049843743608367033' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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tears of a crowd of very old children&lt;br /&gt;I string them on a white hair&lt;br /&gt;I throw the wet chain into the air&lt;br /&gt;And wish that i had a mother&lt;br /&gt;No sun shines for me&lt;br /&gt;There was no breast that cried milk&lt;br /&gt;There is a tube that sticks in my throat&lt;br /&gt;I have no navel on my stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not allowed to lick any nipples&lt;br /&gt;And there was no fold to hide in&lt;br /&gt;No one gave me a name&lt;br /&gt;Fathered in haste and without sperm&lt;br /&gt;I have sworn tonight&lt;br /&gt;For the mother that never gave birth to me&lt;br /&gt;I will send her a sickness&lt;br /&gt;And afterwards let her sink in the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eel lives in her lungs&lt;br /&gt;On my forehead, a birthmark&lt;br /&gt;I remove it with the kiss of a knife&lt;br /&gt;Even if it causes me to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eel lives in her lungs&lt;br /&gt;On my forehead, a birthmark&lt;br /&gt;I remove it with the kiss of a knife&lt;br /&gt;Even if it causes me to bleed to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother&lt;br /&gt;Oh give me strength&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-233467968630821364?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/233467968630821364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=233467968630821364' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/233467968630821364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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mir scheint&lt;br /&gt;keine Brust hat Milch geweint&lt;br /&gt;in meiner Kehle steckt ein Schlauch&lt;br /&gt;Hab keinen Nabel auf dem Bauch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich durfte keine Nippel lecken&lt;br /&gt;und keine Falte zum Verstecken&lt;br /&gt;niemand gab mir einen Namen&lt;br /&gt;gezeugt in Hast und ohne Samen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der Mutter die mich nie geboren&lt;br /&gt;hab ich heute Nacht geschworen&lt;br /&gt;ich werd ihr eine Krankheit schenken&lt;br /&gt;und sie danach im Fluss versenken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ihren Lungen wohnt ein Aal&lt;br /&gt;auf meiner Stirn ein Muttermal&lt;br /&gt;entferne es mit Messers Kuss&lt;br /&gt;auch wenn ich daran sterben muss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ihren Lungen wohnt ein Aal&lt;br /&gt;auf meiner Stirn ein Muttermal&lt;br /&gt;entferne es mit Messers Kuss&lt;br /&gt;auch wenn ich verbluten muss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutter&lt;br /&gt;oh 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/&gt;The small heart is awakened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the frost flew into the child&lt;br /&gt;It wound up the music box&lt;br /&gt;A melody in the wind&lt;br /&gt;And the child sings from the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and down, rider!&lt;br /&gt;And no angel climbs down&lt;br /&gt;My heart does not beat anymore&lt;br /&gt;Only the rain cries on the grave&lt;br /&gt;Up and down, rider&lt;br /&gt;A melody in the wind&lt;br /&gt;My heart does not beat anymore&lt;br /&gt;And the child sings from the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold moon, in full magnificence&lt;br /&gt;It hears the cries in the night&lt;br /&gt;And no angel climbs down&lt;br /&gt;Only the rain cries on the grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between hard oak boards&lt;br /&gt;It will play with the music box&lt;br /&gt;A melody in the wind&lt;br /&gt;And the child sings from the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and down, rider!&lt;br /&gt;And no angel climbs down&lt;br /&gt;My heart does not beat anymore&lt;br /&gt;Only the rain cries on the grave&lt;br /&gt;Up and down, rider&lt;br /&gt;A melody in the wind&lt;br /&gt;My heart does not beat anymore&lt;br /&gt;And the child sings from the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and down, rider!&lt;br /&gt;My heart does not beat anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On totensonntag they heard&lt;br /&gt;This melody from the graveyard&lt;br /&gt;Then they unearthed it&lt;br /&gt;They saved the small heart in the child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and down, rider!&lt;br /&gt;A melody in the wind&lt;br /&gt;My heart does not beat anymore&lt;br /&gt;And the child sings on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and down, rider!&lt;br /&gt;And no angel climbs down&lt;br /&gt;My heart does not beat anymore&lt;br /&gt;Only the rain cries on the grave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-4732683520893972052?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-7882359775058608781</id><published>2010-09-19T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T09:58:00.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MOTHER (EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>Las lágrimas de un ejército de niños&lt;br /&gt;las esparzo sobre un cabello blanco&lt;br /&gt;lanzo al aire el cordón mojado&lt;br /&gt;y desearía tener una madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin sol que brille&lt;br /&gt;ningún pecho ha llorado leche&lt;br /&gt;en mi cuello hay un tubo&lt;br /&gt;y un ombligo me falta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me dejaron sorber los pezones&lt;br /&gt;ni guardar las imperfecciones&lt;br /&gt;nadie me dio un nombre&lt;br /&gt;concebido sin amor ni semen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la madre que nunca me dio a luz&lt;br /&gt;le he deseado esta noche&lt;br /&gt;una enfermedad como regalo&lt;br /&gt;y después la ahogaré en el río&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En sus pulmones vive un mamífero&lt;br /&gt;en mi frente un lunar&lt;br /&gt;lo elimino con el beso de un cuchillo&lt;br /&gt;aunque por ello tenga que morir&lt;br /&gt;aunque por ello me tenga que desangrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madre dame fuerza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-7882359775058608781?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/7882359775058608781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=7882359775058608781' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lágrimas de un ejército de niños&lt;br /&gt;las esparzo sobre un cabello blanco&lt;br /&gt;lanzo al aire el cordón mojado&lt;br /&gt;y desearía tener una madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin sol que brille&lt;br /&gt;ningún pecho ha llorado leche&lt;br /&gt;en mi cuello hay un tubo&lt;br /&gt;y un ombligo me falta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me dejaron sorber los pezones&lt;br /&gt;ni guardar las imperfecciones&lt;br /&gt;nadie me dio un nombre&lt;br /&gt;concebido sin amor ni semen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la madre que nunca me dio a luz&lt;br /&gt;le he deseado esta noche&lt;br /&gt;una enfermedad como regalo&lt;br /&gt;y después la ahogaré en el río&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En sus pulmones vive un mamífero&lt;br /&gt;en mi frente un lunar&lt;br /&gt;lo elimino con el beso de un cuchillo&lt;br /&gt;aunque por ello tenga que morir&lt;br /&gt;aunque por ello me tenga que desangrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madre dame fuerza&lt;div 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&apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-2778064850578580264</id><published>2010-09-03T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T09:49:00.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MUTTER COMPLETE ALBUM LYRICS '</title><content type='html'>Mein Herz brennt&lt;br /&gt;Nun liebe Kinder gebt fein acht&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin die Stimme aus dem Kissen&lt;br /&gt;Ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht&lt;br /&gt;Hab es aus meiner Brust gerissen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mit diesem Herz hab ich die Macht&lt;br /&gt;Die Augenlider zu erpressen&lt;br /&gt;Ich singe bis der Tag erwacht&lt;br /&gt;Ein heller Schein am Firmament&lt;br /&gt;Mein Herz brennt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie kommen zu euch in der Nacht&lt;br /&gt;Dämonen Geister schwarze Feen&lt;br /&gt;Sie kriechen aus dem Kellerschacht&lt;br /&gt;Und werden unter euer Bettzeug sehen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nun liebe Kinder gebt fein acht&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin die Stimme aus dem Kissen&lt;br /&gt;Ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht&lt;br /&gt;Ein heller Schein am Firmament&lt;br /&gt;Mein Herz brennt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie kommen zu euch in der Nacht&lt;br /&gt;Und stehlen eure kleinen heißen Tränen&lt;br /&gt;Sie warten bis der Mond erwacht&lt;br /&gt;Und drücken sie in meine kalten Venen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nun liebe Kinder gebt fein acht&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin die Stimme aus dem Kissen&lt;br /&gt;Ich singe bis der Tag erwacht&lt;br /&gt;Ein heller Schein am Firmament&lt;br /&gt;Mein Herz brennt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;02&lt;br /&gt;Links 234&lt;br /&gt;Kann man Herzen brechen&lt;br /&gt;Können Herzen sprechen&lt;br /&gt;Kann man Herzen quälen&lt;br /&gt;Kann man Herzen stehlen&lt;br /&gt;Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck&lt;br /&gt;Doch seh ich dann nach unten weg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dann schlägt es links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Können Herzen singen&lt;br /&gt;Kann ein Herz zerspringen&lt;br /&gt;Können Herzen rein sein&lt;br /&gt;Kann ein Herz aus Stein sein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck&lt;br /&gt;Doch seh ich dann nach unten weg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dann schlägt es links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links zwo drei vier links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kann man Herzen fragen&lt;br /&gt;Ein Kind darunter tragen&lt;br /&gt;Kann man es verschenken&lt;br /&gt;Mit dem Herze denken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck&lt;br /&gt;Doch seh ich dann nach unten weg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doch schlägt es in der linken Brust&lt;br /&gt;Der Neider hat es schlecht gewußt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links zwo drei vier links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03&lt;br /&gt;Sonne&lt;br /&gt;Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht, neun, aus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alle warten auf das Licht&lt;br /&gt;Fürchtet euch, fürchtet euch nicht&lt;br /&gt;Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Augen&lt;br /&gt;sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergehen&lt;br /&gt;und die Welt zählt laut bis zehn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eins&lt;br /&gt;Hier kommt die Sonne&lt;br /&gt;Zwei&lt;br /&gt;Hier kommt die Sonne&lt;br /&gt;Drei&lt;br /&gt;Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen&lt;br /&gt;Vier&lt;br /&gt;Hier kommt die Sonne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Händen&lt;br /&gt;kann verbrennen, kann euch blenden&lt;br /&gt;wenn sie aus den Fäusten bricht&lt;br /&gt;legt sich heiss auf das Gesicht&lt;br /&gt;sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergehen&lt;br /&gt;und die Welt zählt laut bis zehn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eins&lt;br /&gt;Hier kommt die Sonne&lt;br /&gt;Zwei&lt;br /&gt;Hier kommt die Sonne&lt;br /&gt;Drei&lt;br /&gt;Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen&lt;br /&gt;Vier&lt;br /&gt;Hier kommt die Sonne&lt;br /&gt;Fünf&lt;br /&gt;Hier kommt die Sonne&lt;br /&gt;Sechs&lt;br /&gt;Hier kommt die Sonne&lt;br /&gt;Sieben&lt;br /&gt;Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen&lt;br /&gt;Acht, neun&lt;br /&gt;Hier kommt die Sonne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Händen&lt;br /&gt;kann verbrennen, kann dich blenden&lt;br /&gt;wenn sie aus den Fäusten bricht&lt;br /&gt;legt sich heiss auf dein Gesicht&lt;br /&gt;legt sich schmerzend auf die Brust&lt;br /&gt;das Gleichgewicht wird zum Verlust&lt;br /&gt;l ässt dich hart zu Boden gehen&lt;br /&gt;und die Welt zählt laut bis zehn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eins&lt;br /&gt;Hier kommt die Sonne&lt;br /&gt;Zwei&lt;br /&gt;Hier kommt die Sonne&lt;br /&gt;Drei&lt;br /&gt;Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen&lt;br /&gt;Vier&lt;br /&gt;Und wird nie vom Himmel fallen&lt;br /&gt;Fünf&lt;br /&gt;Hier kommt die Sonne&lt;br /&gt;Sechs&lt;br /&gt;Hier kommt die Sonne&lt;br /&gt;Sieben&lt;br /&gt;Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen&lt;br /&gt;Acht , neun&lt;br /&gt;Hier kommt die Sonne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04&lt;br /&gt;Ich will&lt;br /&gt;Ich will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich will dass ihr mir vertraut&lt;br /&gt;Ich will dass ihr mir glaubt&lt;br /&gt;Ich will eure Blicke spüren&lt;br /&gt;Ich will jeden Herzschlag kontrollieren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich will eure Stimmen hören&lt;br /&gt;Ich will die Ruhe stören&lt;br /&gt;Ich will dass ihr mich gut seht&lt;br /&gt;Ich will dass ihr mich versteht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich will eure Fantasie&lt;br /&gt;Ich will eure Energie&lt;br /&gt;Ich will eure Hände sehen&lt;br /&gt;Ich will in Beifall untergehen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seht ihr mich?&lt;br /&gt;Versteht ihr mich?&lt;br /&gt;Fühlt ihr mich?&lt;br /&gt;Hört ihr mich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Könnt ihr mich hören?&lt;br /&gt;Könnt ihr mich sehen?&lt;br /&gt;Könnt ihr mich fühlen?&lt;br /&gt;Ich versteh euch nicht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wir wollen dass ihr uns vertraut&lt;br /&gt;Wir wollen dass ihr uns alles glaubt&lt;br /&gt;Wir wollen eure Hände sehen&lt;br /&gt;Wir wollen in Beifall untergehen - ja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05&lt;br /&gt;Feuer frei!&lt;br /&gt;Getadelt wird wer Schmerzen kennt&lt;br /&gt;Vom Feuer das die Haut verbrennt&lt;br /&gt;Ich werf ein Licht in mein Gesicht&lt;br /&gt;Mein heißer Schrei&lt;br /&gt;Feuer frei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bäng bäng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geadelt ist wer Schmerzen kennt&lt;br /&gt;Vom Feuer das in Lust verbrennt&lt;br /&gt;Ein Funkenstoß in ihren Schoß&lt;br /&gt;Mein heißer Schrei&lt;br /&gt;Feuer frei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bäng bäng&lt;br /&gt;Feuer frei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gefährlich ist wer Schmerzen kennt&lt;br /&gt;Vom Feuer das den Geist verbrennt&lt;br /&gt;Bäng bäng&lt;br /&gt;Gefährlich das gebrannte Kind&lt;br /&gt;Mit Feuer das vom Leben trennt&lt;br /&gt;Ein heißer Schrei&lt;br /&gt;Bäng bäng&lt;br /&gt;Feuer frei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dein Glück&lt;br /&gt;Ist nicht mein Glück&lt;br /&gt;Ist mein Unglück&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bäng bäng&lt;br /&gt;Feuer frei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06&lt;br /&gt;Mutter&lt;br /&gt;Die Tränen greiser Kinderschar&lt;br /&gt;ich zieh sie auf ein weißes Haar&lt;br /&gt;werf in die Luft die nasse Kette&lt;br /&gt;und wünsch mir, dass ich eine Mutter hätte&lt;br /&gt;keine Sonne die mir scheint&lt;br /&gt;Keine Brust hat Milch geweint&lt;br /&gt;In meiner Kehle steckt ein Schlauch&lt;br /&gt;Hab keinen Nabel auf dem Bauch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich durfte keine Nippel lecken&lt;br /&gt;und keine Falte zum Verstecken&lt;br /&gt;niemand gab mir einen Namen&lt;br /&gt;gezeugt in Hast und ohne Samen&lt;br /&gt;der Mutter die mich nie geboren&lt;br /&gt;hab ich heute Nacht geschworen&lt;br /&gt;ich werd ihr eine Krankheit schenken&lt;br /&gt;und sie danach im Fluss versenken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ihren Lungen wohnt ein Aal&lt;br /&gt;auf meiner Stirn ein Muttermal&lt;br /&gt;entferne es mit Messers Kuss&lt;br /&gt;auch wenn ich daran sterben muss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ihren Lungen wohnt ein Aal&lt;br /&gt;auf meiner Stirn ein Muttermal&lt;br /&gt;entferne es mit Messers Kuss&lt;br /&gt;auch wenn ich verbluten muss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutter&lt;br /&gt;oh gib mir Kraft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07&lt;br /&gt;Spieluhr&lt;br /&gt;Ein kleiner Mensch stirbt - nur zum Schein&lt;br /&gt;Wollte ganz alleine sein&lt;br /&gt;Das kleine Herz stand still für Stunden&lt;br /&gt;So hat man es für tot befunden&lt;br /&gt;Es wird verscharrt in nassem Sand&lt;br /&gt;Mit einer Spieluhr in der Hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der erste Schnee das Grab bedeckt&lt;br /&gt;Hat ganz sanft das Kind geweckt&lt;br /&gt;In einer kalten Winternacht&lt;br /&gt;Ist das kleine Herz erwacht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Als der Frost ins Kind geflogen&lt;br /&gt;Hat es die Spieluhr aufgezogen&lt;br /&gt;Eine Melodie im Wind&lt;br /&gt;Und aus der Erde singt das Kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoppe hoppe Reiter&lt;br /&gt;Und kein Engel steigt herab&lt;br /&gt;Mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter&lt;br /&gt;Nur der Regen weint am Grab&lt;br /&gt;Hoppe hoppe Reiter&lt;br /&gt;Eine Melodie im Wind&lt;br /&gt;Mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter&lt;br /&gt;Und aus der Erde singt das Kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der kalte Mond in voller Pracht&lt;br /&gt;Hört die Schreie in der Nacht&lt;br /&gt;Und kein Engel steigt herab&lt;br /&gt;Nur der Regen weint am Grab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zwischen harten Eichendielen&lt;br /&gt;Wird es mit der Spieluhr spielen&lt;br /&gt;Eine Melodie im Wind&lt;br /&gt;Und aus der Erde singt das Kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoppe hoppe Reiter&lt;br /&gt;Und kein Engel steigt herab&lt;br /&gt;Mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter&lt;br /&gt;Nur der Regen weint am Grab&lt;br /&gt;Hoppe hoppe Reiter&lt;br /&gt;Eine Melodie im Wind&lt;br /&gt;Mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter&lt;br /&gt;Und aus der Erde singt das Kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08&lt;br /&gt;Zwitter&lt;br /&gt;Ich hab ihr einen Kuß gestohlen&lt;br /&gt;Sie wollte sich ihn wiederholen&lt;br /&gt;Ich hab sie nicht mehr losgelassen&lt;br /&gt;Wir schmolzen so zu einer Masse&lt;br /&gt;So ist es mir nur allzu Recht&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin ein schönes Zweigeschlecht&lt;br /&gt;Zwei Seelen unter meiner Brust&lt;br /&gt;Zwei Geschlechter eine Lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zwitter Zwitter&lt;br /&gt;Zwitter Zwitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich gehe anders durch den Tag&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin der schönste Mensch von allen&lt;br /&gt;Ich sehe wunderbare Dinge&lt;br /&gt;Sie sind mir vorher gar nicht aufgefallen&lt;br /&gt;Ich kann mich jeden Tag beglücken&lt;br /&gt;Ich kann mir selber Rosen schicken&lt;br /&gt;Da ist kein zweiter und kein dritter&lt;br /&gt;Eins und eins das ist gleich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zwitter Zwitter&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin so verliebt&lt;br /&gt;Zwitter Zwitter&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin in mich verliebt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eins für mich&lt;br /&gt;Eins für dich&lt;br /&gt;Gibt es nicht&lt;br /&gt;Für mich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eins für mich&lt;br /&gt;Eins für dich&lt;br /&gt;Eins und eins&lt;br /&gt;Das bin ich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin alleine doch nicht allein&lt;br /&gt;Ich kann mit mir zusammensein&lt;br /&gt;Ich küsse früh mein Spiegelbild&lt;br /&gt;Und schlafe abends mit mir ein&lt;br /&gt;Wenn die andren Mädchen suchten&lt;br /&gt;Konnte ich mich selbst befruchten&lt;br /&gt;So bin ich dann auch nicht verzagt&lt;br /&gt;Wenn einer zu mir "Fick dich" sagt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zwitter Zwitter&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin so verliebt&lt;br /&gt;Zwitter Zwitter&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin in mich verliebt&lt;br /&gt;Eins für dich&lt;br /&gt;Eins für mich...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09&lt;br /&gt;Rein raus&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin der Reiter&lt;br /&gt;Du bist das Ross&lt;br /&gt;Ich steige auf&lt;br /&gt;Wir reiten los&lt;br /&gt;Du stöhnst&lt;br /&gt;Ich sag dir vor&lt;br /&gt;Ein Elefant im Nadelöhr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rein, raus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin der Reiter&lt;br /&gt;Du bist das Ross&lt;br /&gt;Ich hab den Schlüssel&lt;br /&gt;Du hast das Schloß&lt;br /&gt;Die Tür geht auf&lt;br /&gt;Ich trete ein&lt;br /&gt;Das Leben kann so prachtvoll sein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rein, raus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiefer, tiefer&lt;br /&gt;Sag es! Sag es laut!&lt;br /&gt;Tiefer, tiefer&lt;br /&gt;Ich fühl mich wohl in deiner Haut&lt;br /&gt;Und tausend Elefanten brechen aus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der Ritt war kurz&lt;br /&gt;Es tut mir leid&lt;br /&gt;Ich steige ab&lt;br /&gt;Hab keine Zeit&lt;br /&gt;Muß jetzt zu den andren Pferden&lt;br /&gt;Wollen auch geritten werden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rein, raus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rein (tiefer)&lt;br /&gt;Raus (tiefer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;Adios&lt;br /&gt;Er legt die Nadel auf die Ader&lt;br /&gt;und bittet die Musik herein&lt;br /&gt;zwischen Hals und Unterarm&lt;br /&gt;die Melodie fährt leise ins Gebein&lt;br /&gt;Er hat die Augen zugemacht&lt;br /&gt;in seinem Blut tobt eine Schlacht&lt;br /&gt;ein Heer marschiert durch seinen Darm&lt;br /&gt;die Eingeweide werden langsam warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichts ist für dich&lt;br /&gt;nichts war für dich&lt;br /&gt;nichts bleibt für dich&lt;br /&gt;für immer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er nimmt die Nadel von der Ader&lt;br /&gt;die Melodie fährt aus der Haut&lt;br /&gt;Geigen brennen mit Gekreisch&lt;br /&gt;Harfen schneiden sich ins Fleisch&lt;br /&gt;er hat die Augen aufgemacht&lt;br /&gt;doch er ist nicht aufgewacht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichts ist für dich&lt;br /&gt;nichts war für dich&lt;br /&gt;nichts bleibt für dich&lt;br /&gt;für immer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;Nebel&lt;br /&gt;Sie stehen eng umschlungen&lt;br /&gt;Ein Fleischgemisch so reich an Tagen&lt;br /&gt;Wo das Meer das Land berührt&lt;br /&gt;Will sie ihm die Wahrheit sagen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doch ihre Worte frisst der Wind&lt;br /&gt;Wo das Meer zu Ende ist&lt;br /&gt;Hält sie zitternd seine Hand&lt;br /&gt;Und hat ihn auf die Stirn geküsst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie trägt den Abend in der Brust&lt;br /&gt;Und weiß dass sie verleben muß&lt;br /&gt;Sie legt den Kopf in seinen Schoß&lt;br /&gt;Und bittet einen letzten Kuß&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und dann hat er sie geküsst&lt;br /&gt;Wo das Meer zu Ende ist&lt;br /&gt;Ihre Lippen schwach und blaß&lt;br /&gt;Und seine Augen werden naß&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der letzte Kuss ist so lang her&lt;br /&gt;Der letzte Kuss&lt;br /&gt;Er erinnert sich nicht mehr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;"Hallelujah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er ist fromm und sehr sensibel&lt;br /&gt;an seiner Wand ein Bild des Herrn&lt;br /&gt;er wischt die Flecken von der Bibel&lt;br /&gt;das Abendmahl verteilt er gern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er liebt die Knaben aus dem Chor&lt;br /&gt;sie halten ihre Seelen rein&lt;br /&gt;doch Sorge macht ihm der Tenor&lt;br /&gt;so muss er ihm am nachsten sein&lt;br /&gt;auf seinem Nachttisch still und stumm&lt;br /&gt;ein Bild des Herrn&lt;br /&gt;er dreht es langsam um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn die Turmuhr zweimal schlagt&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;faltet er die Hande zum Gebet&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;er ist ohne Weib geblieben&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;so muss er seinen Nachsten lieben&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der junge Mann darf bei ihm bleiben&lt;br /&gt;die Sunde nistet uberm Bein&lt;br /&gt;so hilft er gern sie auszutreiben&lt;br /&gt;bei Musik und Kerzenschein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn die Turmuhr zweimal schlagt&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;faltet er die Hande zum Gebet&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;er ist ohne Weib geblieben&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;so muss er seinen Nachsten lieben&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn die Turmuhr zweimal schlagt&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;nimmt er den Jungen ins Gebet&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;er ist der wahre Christ&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;und wei?, was Nachstenliebe ist&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreh dich langsam um&lt;br /&gt;dreh dich um&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-2778064850578580264?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/2778064850578580264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=2778064850578580264' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/2778064850578580264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/2778064850578580264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/09/letra-mutter-complete-album-lyrics.html' title='LETRA &apos; MUTTER COMPLETE ALBUM LYRICS &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-407147409050101693</id><published>2010-09-02T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T09:49:00.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MUTTER COMPLETE ALBUM LYRICS (EN INGLÉS) '</title><content type='html'>Mein Herz brennt : My Heart Burns&lt;br /&gt;Now, dear children, pay attention&lt;br /&gt;I am the voice from the pillow&lt;br /&gt;I have brought you something&lt;br /&gt;I ripped it from my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this heart I have the power&lt;br /&gt;To blackmail the eyelids&lt;br /&gt;I sing until the day awakes&lt;br /&gt;A bright light on the heavens&lt;br /&gt;My heart burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come to you in the night&lt;br /&gt;Demons, ghosts, black fairies&lt;br /&gt;They creep out of the cellar shaft&lt;br /&gt;And will look under your bedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, dear children, pay attention&lt;br /&gt;I am the voice from the pillow&lt;br /&gt;I have brought you something&lt;br /&gt;A bright light on the heavens&lt;br /&gt;My heart burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come to you in the night&lt;br /&gt;And steal your small hot tears&lt;br /&gt;They wait until the moon awakes&lt;br /&gt;And put them in my cold veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, dear children, pay attention&lt;br /&gt;I am the voice from the pillow&lt;br /&gt;I sing until the day awakes&lt;br /&gt;A bright light on the heavens&lt;br /&gt;My heart burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart burns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-407147409050101693?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/407147409050101693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=407147409050101693' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/407147409050101693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/407147409050101693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/09/letra-mutter-complete-album-lyrics-en.html' title='LETRA &apos; MUTTER COMPLETE ALBUM LYRICS (EN INGLÉS) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-7314179922228584424</id><published>2010-08-30T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T09:49:00.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MUTTER ENGLISH '</title><content type='html'>The tears of greiser child crowd i pull it on a white hair werf into&lt;br /&gt;air the wet chain and wish me that i would have a nut/mother&lt;br /&gt;No sun me does not shine a chest has milk cried in my throat&lt;br /&gt;puts a hose has no navel on the belly&lt;br /&gt;Nut/mother, nut/mother! nut/mother, nut/mother!&lt;br /&gt;I was not allowed to lick nipples and no fold for hiding nobody gave&lt;br /&gt;me a name witnessed in haste and without seeds&lt;br /&gt;The nut/mother me never bore i tonight sworn i become it an&lt;br /&gt;illness to give and it thereafter in the river to sink&lt;br /&gt;Nut/mother, nut/mother! nut/mother, nut/mother!&lt;br /&gt;In its lungs a aal on my forehead a nut/mother mark lives removes it&lt;br /&gt;with measurer kiss even if i to it die must&lt;br /&gt;Nut/mother, nut/mother! nut/mother, nut/mother!&lt;br /&gt;In its lungs a aal on my forehead a nut/mother mark lives removes it&lt;br /&gt;with measurer kiss even if i bleeds must&lt;br /&gt;Nut/mother&lt;br /&gt;oh give me strength&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-7314179922228584424?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/7314179922228584424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=7314179922228584424' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/7314179922228584424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/7314179922228584424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/08/letra-mutter-english.html' title='LETRA &apos; MUTTER ENGLISH &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-6759652988143033230</id><published>2010-08-29T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T09:49:00.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MY HEART BURNS '</title><content type='html'>(translation to: mein herz brennt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, dear children, pay attention&lt;br /&gt;I am the voice from the pillow&lt;br /&gt;I have brought you something&lt;br /&gt;I ripped it from my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this heart i have the power&lt;br /&gt;To blackmail the eyelids&lt;br /&gt;I sing until the day awakes&lt;br /&gt;A bright light on the heavens&lt;br /&gt;My heart burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come to you in the night&lt;br /&gt;Demons, ghosts, black fairies&lt;br /&gt;They creep out of the cellar shaft&lt;br /&gt;And will look under your bedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, dear children, pay attention&lt;br /&gt;I am the voice from the pillow&lt;br /&gt;I have brought you something&lt;br /&gt;A bright light on the heavens&lt;br /&gt;My heart burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come to you in the night&lt;br /&gt;And steal your small hot tears&lt;br /&gt;They wait until the moon awakes&lt;br /&gt;And put them in my cold veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, dear children, pay attention&lt;br /&gt;I am the voice from the pillow&lt;br /&gt;I sing until the day awakes&lt;br /&gt;A bright light on the heavens&lt;br /&gt;My heart burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart burns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-6759652988143033230?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/6759652988143033230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=6759652988143033230' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/6759652988143033230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/6759652988143033230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/08/letra-my-heart-burns.html' title='LETRA &apos; MY HEART BURNS &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-3630115899419109629</id><published>2010-08-24T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T09:49:00.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MY PART '</title><content type='html'>Today I'll meet a man&lt;br /&gt;He likes me so much, he could eat me (german proverb)&lt;br /&gt;Soft parts but also hard ones&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the menu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are, what you eat,&lt;br /&gt;And you know, what it is&lt;br /&gt;It's my part- (No)&lt;br /&gt;My part (No)&lt;br /&gt;There- that's my part (No)&lt;br /&gt;My part- (No)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blunt blade good and nice&lt;br /&gt;I bleed heavily and I feel bad&lt;br /&gt;Also have to fight with fainting&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep on eating with cramps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's peppered so well and so nicely flambéed&lt;br /&gt;And so lovingly served on porcelain&lt;br /&gt;To that a good wine and fine candle light&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll let it take time, there must be some&lt;br /&gt;culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are, what you eat,&lt;br /&gt;And you know, what it is&lt;br /&gt;It's my part- (No)&lt;br /&gt;My part (No)&lt;br /&gt;There- that's my part (No)&lt;br /&gt;My part- (No)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scream will fly to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Will cut through angels gaggle&lt;br /&gt;from the clouds fall feathermeat (?)&lt;br /&gt;at my childhood with shrieking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are, what you eat,&lt;br /&gt;And you know, what it is&lt;br /&gt;It's my part- (No)&lt;br /&gt;My part (No)&lt;br /&gt;There- that's my part (No)&lt;br /&gt;My part- (No)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-3630115899419109629?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/3630115899419109629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=3630115899419109629' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3630115899419109629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3630115899419109629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/08/letra-my-part.html' title='LETRA &apos; MY PART &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-8063384311702950517</id><published>2010-08-23T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T09:49:00.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' NEBEL '</title><content type='html'>Sie stehen eng umschlungen&lt;br /&gt;ein fleischgemisch so reich an tagen&lt;br /&gt;wo das meer das land berührt&lt;br /&gt;will sie ihm die wahrheit sagen&lt;br /&gt;Doch ihre worte frisst der wind&lt;br /&gt;wo das meer zu ende ist&lt;br /&gt;hält sie zitternd seine hand&lt;br /&gt;und hat ihn auf die stirn geküsst&lt;br /&gt;Sie trägt den abend in der brust&lt;br /&gt;und weiss dass sie verleben muss&lt;br /&gt;sie legt den kopf in seinen schoss&lt;br /&gt;und bittet einen letzten kuss&lt;br /&gt;Und dann hat er sie geküsst&lt;br /&gt;wo das meer zu ende ist&lt;br /&gt;ihre lippen schwach und blaß&lt;br /&gt;und seine augen werden naß&lt;br /&gt;Der letzte kuss ist so lang her&lt;br /&gt;der letzte kuss&lt;br /&gt;er erinnert sich nicht mehr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-8063384311702950517?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/8063384311702950517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=8063384311702950517' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/8063384311702950517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/8063384311702950517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/08/letra-nebel.html' title='LETRA &apos; NEBEL &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-807398602428394020</id><published>2010-08-22T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T09:49:00.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' NEBEL (MIST) (ENGLISH) '</title><content type='html'>Mist &lt;br /&gt;they stand with their arms tightly around each other&lt;br /&gt;a mixture of flesh, so rich in days&lt;br /&gt;where the sea touches the land&lt;br /&gt;she wants to tell him the truth&lt;br /&gt;But the wind eats her words&lt;br /&gt;where the sea ends&lt;br /&gt;she holds his hand, trembling&lt;br /&gt;and kissed him on the forehead&lt;br /&gt;She carries the evening in her chest&lt;br /&gt;and knows that she must wither away&lt;br /&gt;she lays her head in his lap&lt;br /&gt;and asks for a last kiss&lt;br /&gt;And then he kissed her&lt;br /&gt;where the sea ends&lt;br /&gt;her lips, delicate and pale&lt;br /&gt;and his eyes tear up&lt;br /&gt;The last kiss was so long ago&lt;br /&gt;the last kiss&lt;br /&gt;he does not remember it anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-807398602428394020?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/807398602428394020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=807398602428394020' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/807398602428394020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/807398602428394020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/08/letra-nebel-mist-english.html' title='LETRA &apos; NEBEL (MIST) (ENGLISH) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-5644108956398442184</id><published>2010-08-18T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T09:49:00.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' NEVEL ( EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>NIEBLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Están muy abrazados&lt;br /&gt;una rica mezcla de carne&lt;br /&gt;donde el mar acaricia a la orilla&lt;br /&gt;ella le quiere decir la verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sus palabras se las lleva el viento&lt;br /&gt;donde termina el mar&lt;br /&gt;temblando le coge la mano&lt;br /&gt;y le besa la frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella lleva la noche en su pecho&lt;br /&gt;y sabe que tiene que marcharse&lt;br /&gt;apoya su cabeza en su regazo&lt;br /&gt;y le pide un último beso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces él la besa&lt;br /&gt;donde termina el mar&lt;br /&gt;sus labios están débiles y pálidos&lt;br /&gt;y los ojos de él empiezan a humedecerse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace tanto del último beso&lt;br /&gt;el último beso&lt;br /&gt;él ya no se acuerda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-5644108956398442184?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/5644108956398442184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=5644108956398442184' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/5644108956398442184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/5644108956398442184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/08/letra-nevel-en-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; NEVEL ( EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-3565383541223534187</id><published>2010-08-05T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:37:00.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' NO MUERAS ANTES QUE YO (EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>La noche ya nos cubrió&lt;br /&gt;El nombre del niño es soledad&lt;br /&gt;Esta frío e inmóvil&lt;br /&gt;Llorando entre el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me se tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Pero existes y lo se&lt;br /&gt;También se que alguna vez&lt;br /&gt;Alguien me amara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada noche viene a mí&lt;br /&gt;No quedan palabras por decir&lt;br /&gt;Pone sus manos sobre mí&lt;br /&gt;Cerrando los ojos me dejo llevar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se quien es el&lt;br /&gt;Y en mis sueños el esta&lt;br /&gt;Su pasión esta sobre mi&lt;br /&gt;Y no me puedo resistir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te espero Aquí&lt;br /&gt;No mueras antes que yo&lt;br /&gt;Te espero aquí&lt;br /&gt;No mueras antes que yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se quien eres tu&lt;br /&gt;Mas se que ahí estas&lt;br /&gt;No mueras…&lt;br /&gt;El amor se ve tan lejos&lt;br /&gt;Te espero aquí&lt;br /&gt;No te puedo rechazar&lt;br /&gt;Te espero aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allá afuera ya nevó&lt;br /&gt;Y se puede ver la luz&lt;br /&gt;Se mienten juntos, y yo,&lt;br /&gt;Y yo solo te espero a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te espero aquí&lt;br /&gt;No mueras antes que yo&lt;br /&gt;Te espero aquí&lt;br /&gt;No mueras antes que yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no se quien eres tu&lt;br /&gt;Mas bien se que existes&lt;br /&gt;No mueras&lt;br /&gt;El amor se ve tan lejos&lt;br /&gt;Te espero aquí&lt;br /&gt;No te quiero rechazar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mueras antes&lt;br /&gt;Que yo…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-3565383541223534187?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/3565383541223534187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=3565383541223534187' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3565383541223534187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3565383541223534187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/08/letra-no-mueras-antes-que-yo-en-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; NO MUERAS ANTES QUE YO (EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-3567225876090887980</id><published>2010-08-04T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T09:37:00.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' ODNO I TO ZHE (EN ALEMÁN) '</title><content type='html'>Ich liebe dich&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe dich nicht&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe dich nicht mehr(2)&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe dich nicht mehr oder weniger als du&lt;br /&gt;Als du mich geliebt hast&lt;br /&gt;Als du mich noch geliebt hast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die schönen Mädchen sind nicht schön&lt;br /&gt;Die warmen Hände sind so kalt&lt;br /&gt;Alle Uhren bleiben stehen&lt;br /&gt;Lachen ist nicht mehr gesund und bald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such ich dich hinter dem Licht&lt;br /&gt;Wo bist du&lt;br /&gt;So allein will ich nicht sein&lt;br /&gt;Wo bist du&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die schönen Mädchen sind nicht schön&lt;br /&gt;Die warmen Hände sind so kalt&lt;br /&gt;Alle Uhren bleiben stehen&lt;br /&gt;Lachen ist nicht mehr gesund, und bald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich suche dich hinter dem Licht&lt;br /&gt;Wo bist du&lt;br /&gt;So allein will ich nicht sein&lt;br /&gt;Wo bist du&lt;br /&gt;Ich suche dich unter jedem Stein&lt;br /&gt;Wo bist du&lt;br /&gt;Ich schlaf mit einem Messer ein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo bist du&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-3567225876090887980?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/3567225876090887980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=3567225876090887980' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3567225876090887980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3567225876090887980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/08/letra-odno-i-to-zhe-en-aleman.html' title='LETRA &apos; ODNO I TO ZHE (EN ALEMÁN) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-5783044392024467001</id><published>2010-08-03T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T09:37:00.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' ODNO I TO ZHE (EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>Te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Yo no te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Yo no te quiero más (2)&lt;br /&gt;No te amo más o menos de lo que&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me amó&lt;br /&gt;Puesto que usted ha amado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las chicas guapas no son hermosas&lt;br /&gt;Las manos calientes son tan frías&lt;br /&gt;Todos los relojes deben permanecer&lt;br /&gt;La risa no es saludable, y pronto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo te busco detrás de la luz&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tú eres&lt;br /&gt;Tan sola yo no quiero ser&lt;br /&gt;¿De dónde eres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las chicas guapas no son hermosas&lt;br /&gt;Las manos calientes son tan frías&lt;br /&gt;Todos los relojes deben permanecer&lt;br /&gt;La risa no es saludable, y pronto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te busco detrás de la luz&lt;br /&gt;¿De dónde eres&lt;br /&gt;Tan sola yo no quiero ser&lt;br /&gt;¿De dónde eres&lt;br /&gt;Estoy buscando que debajo de cada piedra&lt;br /&gt;¿De dónde eres&lt;br /&gt;Me quedo dormido con un cuchillo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde estás?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-5783044392024467001?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/5783044392024467001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=5783044392024467001' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/5783044392024467001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/5783044392024467001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/08/letra-odno-i-to-zhe-en-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; ODNO I TO ZHE (EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-3969414387396343086</id><published>2010-08-02T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T09:37:00.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' OHNE DICH '</title><content type='html'>Ich werde in die tannen gehen, &lt;br /&gt;dahin wo ich sie zuletzt gesehen, &lt;br /&gt;doch der abend werft ein tuch auf's land, &lt;br /&gt;und auf die wege hinterm waldesrand, &lt;br /&gt;und der wald ersteht so schwarz und leer, &lt;br /&gt;weh mir oh weh, &lt;br /&gt;und die vögel singen nicht mehr &lt;br /&gt;Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich, &lt;br /&gt;mit dir bin ich auch allein, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich zähl' ich die stunden, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich, &lt;br /&gt;mit dir stehen die sekunden, &lt;br /&gt;lohnen nicht &lt;br /&gt;Auf den ästen in den gräben, &lt;br /&gt;ist es nun still und ohne leben, &lt;br /&gt;und das atmen fällt mich ach so schwer, &lt;br /&gt;weh mir oh weh, &lt;br /&gt;und die vögel singen nicht mehr &lt;br /&gt;Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich, &lt;br /&gt;mit dir bin ich auch allein, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich zähl' ich die stunden, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich, &lt;br /&gt;mit dir stehen die sekunden, &lt;br /&gt;lohnen nicht, ohne dich &lt;br /&gt;Und das atmen fällt mich ach so schwer, &lt;br /&gt;weh oh weh, &lt;br /&gt;und die vögel singen nicht mehr &lt;br /&gt;Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich, &lt;br /&gt;mit dir bin ich auch allein, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich zähl' ich die stunden, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich, &lt;br /&gt;mit dir stehen die sekunden, &lt;br /&gt;lohnen nicht, ohne dich &lt;br /&gt;Ohne dich! &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich! &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich!&lt;br /&gt;By parl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-3969414387396343086?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/3969414387396343086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=3969414387396343086' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3969414387396343086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3969414387396343086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/08/letra-ohne-dich.html' title='LETRA &apos; OHNE DICH &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-388311418503413107</id><published>2010-07-30T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T09:37:00.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' OHNE DICH (EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>Me hice en los abetos gehn,&lt;br /&gt;Allí donde yo ellos (ella, ello) finalmente gesehn&lt;br /&gt;Pero la tarde lanza un paño sobre el país (la tierra)&lt;br /&gt;Y sobre los caminos detrás de la frontera forestal&lt;br /&gt;Y el bosque él (ello) está de pie tan negro y vacío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duélame el golpe ah&lt;br /&gt;Y los pájaros no cantan más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted no puedo ser&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted&lt;br /&gt;Con usted soy también solo&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted cuentan yo las horas (lecciones)&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted&lt;br /&gt;Con usted allí soportan los segundos&lt;br /&gt;No reembolsar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre las ramas(sucursales) en las zanjas&lt;br /&gt;Si es ahora un tranquilo y sin la vida&lt;br /&gt;Y la respiración es difícil para mí ah tan&lt;br /&gt;Duélame el golpe ah&lt;br /&gt;Y los pájaros no cantan más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted no puedo ser&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted&lt;br /&gt;Con usted soy también solo&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted cuentan yo las horas (lecciones)&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted&lt;br /&gt;Con usted allí soportan los segundos&lt;br /&gt;No reembolsar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la respiración es difícil para mí ah tan&lt;br /&gt;Duélame el golpe ah&lt;br /&gt;Y los pájaros no cantan más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted no puedo ser&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted&lt;br /&gt;Con usted soy también solo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-388311418503413107?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/388311418503413107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=388311418503413107' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/388311418503413107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/388311418503413107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/07/letra-ohne-dich-en-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; OHNE DICH (EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-3486622513105135052</id><published>2010-07-29T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T09:37:00.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' OHNE DICH (EN PORTUGUÉS) '</title><content type='html'>Sem Você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu irei para onde há árvores&lt;br /&gt;Lá, onde eu a vi pela última vez&lt;br /&gt;Mas o entardecer lança um pano sobre os campos&lt;br /&gt;E nos caminhos por trás do fim da floresta&lt;br /&gt;E isso faz das árvores tão negras e vazias&lt;br /&gt;Dói-me, óh dói-me&lt;br /&gt;E os passáros não cantam mais&lt;br /&gt;Sem você eu não existo&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Com você eu estou sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Sem você eu conto as horas&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Com você os segundos não valem&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos galhos, nos fossos&lt;br /&gt;Está tudo quieto e tão sem vida&lt;br /&gt;E minha respiração está óh tão pesada&lt;br /&gt;Dói-me, óh dói-me&lt;br /&gt;E os pássaros não cantam mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem você eu não existo&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Com você eu estou sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Sem você eu conto as horas&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Com você os segundos não valem&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E minha respiração está óh tão pesada&lt;br /&gt;Dói-me, óh dói-me&lt;br /&gt;E os pássaros não cantam mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem você eu não existo&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Com você eu estou sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Sem você eu conto as horas&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Com você os segundos não valem&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-3486622513105135052?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/3486622513105135052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=3486622513105135052' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3486622513105135052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3486622513105135052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/07/letra-ohne-dich-en-portugues.html' title='LETRA &apos; OHNE DICH (EN PORTUGUÉS) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-6854868536027172383</id><published>2010-07-22T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T09:37:00.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' PESNJA O TREVOZHNOY MOLODOSTI (EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>el trabajo es simple&lt;br /&gt;nuestro trabajo es este&lt;br /&gt;permitir que lo nuestro viva&lt;br /&gt;lo demas no importa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanto nieve como viento&lt;br /&gt;y las estrellas voladoras en la noche&lt;br /&gt;mi corazon me llama&lt;br /&gt;dentro de la distante inquietud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-6854868536027172383?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/6854868536027172383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=6854868536027172383' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/6854868536027172383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/6854868536027172383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/07/letra-pesnja-o-trevozhnoy-molodosti-en_22.html' title='LETRA &apos; PESNJA O TREVOZHNOY MOLODOSTI (EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-4351370569441031441</id><published>2010-07-22T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T09:37:00.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' PESNJA O TREVOZHNOY MOLODOSTI (EN PORTUGUÉS) '</title><content type='html'>Pesnja o trevozhnoy molodosti - Canção da juventude inquieta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O trabalho para nós é simples&lt;br /&gt;Nosso trabalho é este:&lt;br /&gt;deixar nosso país viver&lt;br /&gt;e nenhuma outra preocupação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto a neve quanto o vento&lt;br /&gt;e o vôo das estrelas na noite&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração me chama&lt;br /&gt;para a distância inquieta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-4351370569441031441?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/4351370569441031441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=4351370569441031441' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4351370569441031441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4351370569441031441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/07/letra-pesnja-o-trevozhnoy-molodosti-en.html' title='LETRA &apos; PESNJA O TREVOZHNOY MOLODOSTI (EN PORTUGUÉS) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-2696780808817210183</id><published>2010-07-15T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T09:32:00.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' PET CEMETERY '</title><content type='html'>Under the arc of the weather stain boards&lt;br /&gt;ancient goblins, and warlords&lt;br /&gt;come out of the ground, not making a sound&lt;br /&gt;the smell of death is all around&lt;br /&gt;and the nights come and the cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;no one cares and nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to live my life again&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow victor to a sacred place&lt;br /&gt;there ain't no dream i can escape&lt;br /&gt;molars and fangs and clicking of bones&lt;br /&gt;spirits moaning among the tombstones&lt;br /&gt;when the night has come and the moon is bright&lt;br /&gt;someone cries and something ain't right&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to live my life again&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;br /&gt;The moon is full, the air is still&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden i feel a chill&lt;br /&gt;victor is grinning, flesh rotting away&lt;br /&gt;skeletons dance, i curse this day&lt;br /&gt;and on the night when the wolves cry out&lt;br /&gt;listen close and you can hear me shout&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to live my life again&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-2696780808817210183?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/2696780808817210183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=2696780808817210183' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/2696780808817210183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/2696780808817210183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/07/letra-pet-cemetery.html' title='LETRA &apos; PET CEMETERY &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-6137701908592836071</id><published>2010-07-15T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T09:32:00.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' PET CEMETERY (EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>Cementerio de mascotas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajo el arco de tablas manchado por el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;ancianos goblins y señores de la guerra&lt;br /&gt;salen de la tierra, sin haser ruido&lt;br /&gt;el olor de la muerte está por todos sitios&lt;br /&gt;y las noches vienen y el frio tiempos sopla.&lt;br /&gt;A nadie le importa y nadie sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no quiero ser enterrado en un cementerio de mascotas&lt;br /&gt;no quiero volver a vivir mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sigo a Víctor a un lugar sagrado.&lt;br /&gt;Ahí no hay sueño del qe yo no pueda escapar.&lt;br /&gt;Muelas y colmillos y chasquidos de huesos.&lt;br /&gt;Los espíritus gimen entre las tumbas&lt;br /&gt;cuando la noche ha venido y la luna esta brillante&lt;br /&gt;alguien llora y algo no va vien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no quiero ser entarrado en un cementerio de mascotas&lt;br /&gt;no quiero volver a vivir mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luna está llena, el aire esta quieto&lt;br /&gt;de repente siento un escalofrio.&lt;br /&gt;Víctor está sonriendo, la carne se pudre&lt;br /&gt;los esqueletos bailan, maldigo este dia&lt;br /&gt;y en la noche cuando los lobos aúllan&lt;br /&gt;escucha con atención y podrás oírme gritar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no quiero ser enterrado en un cementerio de mascotas&lt;br /&gt;no quiero volver a vivir mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-6137701908592836071?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/6137701908592836071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=6137701908592836071' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/6137701908592836071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/6137701908592836071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/07/letra-pet-cemetery-en-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; PET CEMETERY (EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-6265703790040181939</id><published>2010-07-08T09:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:32:01.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' PET SEMETARY (EN PORTUGUÉS) '</title><content type='html'>Debaixo do arco de algumas tábuas e manchas do tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Duendes antigos, e senhores da guerra,&lt;br /&gt;Saem do solo e não fazem um som,&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro de morte está ao redor,&lt;br /&gt;E a noite quando os sopros de vento frios,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém se preocupa, ninguém sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero ser enterrado em um Cemitério de Animais,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero viver minha vida novamente,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero ser enterrado em um Cemitério de Animais,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero viver minha vida novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siga Victor para o lugar sagrado,&lt;br /&gt;Este não é um sonho, eu não posso escapar,&lt;br /&gt;Molares e colmilho, o fazendo tique-taque de ossos,&lt;br /&gt;Espíritos que gemem entre as lápides,&lt;br /&gt;E a noite, quando a lua é luminosa,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém chora, algo não está certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lua está cheia, o ar ainda é,&lt;br /&gt;De repente eu sinto um frio,&lt;br /&gt;Victor está sorrindo maliciosamente, carne que apodrece lá fora,&lt;br /&gt;Esqueletos dançam, eu amaldiçôo este dia,&lt;br /&gt;E a noite quando os lobos clamam,&lt;br /&gt;Escute o fim e você pode me ouvir gritar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-6265703790040181939?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/6265703790040181939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=6265703790040181939' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/6265703790040181939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/6265703790040181939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/07/letra-pet-semetary-en-portugues.html' title='LETRA &apos; PET SEMETARY (EN PORTUGUÉS) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-5667347127145436859</id><published>2010-07-08T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:31:00.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' PIANO {KLAVIER} '</title><content type='html'>They say to me&lt;br /&gt;Open this door&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity screams&lt;br /&gt;Whatever could it be&lt;br /&gt;Back behind that door&lt;br /&gt;A piano&lt;br /&gt;The keys are all dusty&lt;br /&gt;The strings are all untuned&lt;br /&gt;Back behind that door&lt;br /&gt;At the piano&lt;br /&gt;But she plays no more&lt;br /&gt;It so long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the piano&lt;br /&gt;She's who i hear&lt;br /&gt;She began to play&lt;br /&gt;She took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said to me too&lt;br /&gt;That i'll stay with you&lt;br /&gt;But it just seemed to be&lt;br /&gt;She played alone for me&lt;br /&gt;I poured her blood&lt;br /&gt;On the fire of my rage&lt;br /&gt;I locked up her shrine&lt;br /&gt;They questioned in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the piano&lt;br /&gt;She's who i hear&lt;br /&gt;She began to play&lt;br /&gt;She took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;At the piano&lt;br /&gt;I stand by her&lt;br /&gt;But it just seemed to be&lt;br /&gt;She played alone for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They opened up the door&lt;br /&gt;And how they cried&lt;br /&gt;I heard her mother plea&lt;br /&gt;Her father struck out at me&lt;br /&gt;They tore her from her chair&lt;br /&gt;No one believed me there&lt;br /&gt;I was so insane&lt;br /&gt;With the strech and the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the piano&lt;br /&gt;She's who i hear&lt;br /&gt;She began to play&lt;br /&gt;She took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;At the piano&lt;br /&gt;She's who i hear&lt;br /&gt;As i began to play&lt;br /&gt;I took her breath away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-5667347127145436859?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/5667347127145436859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=5667347127145436859' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/5667347127145436859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/5667347127145436859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/07/letra-piano-klavier.html' title='LETRA &apos; PIANO {KLAVIER} &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-3877727095366565389</id><published>2010-07-08T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:31:00.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' POKAZHI '</title><content type='html'>Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;Zachem ty vse vremya govorish' odno I tozhe?&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mein herz brennt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie kommen zu euch in der yacht&lt;br /&gt;(Zoloto Molchanie)&lt;br /&gt;dämonen geister schwarze feen&lt;br /&gt;(Vypadet monetkami?)&lt;br /&gt;sie kriechen aus dem kellerschacht&lt;br /&gt;(Kto komu ostanets'ya)&lt;br /&gt;und werden unter euer bettzeug sehen&lt;br /&gt;(ya s toboi)&lt;br /&gt;Nun liebe kinder gebt fein acht&lt;br /&gt;ich bin die stimme aus dem kissen&lt;br /&gt;ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht&lt;br /&gt;ein heller schein am firmament&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mein herz Bernt&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi&lt;br /&gt;ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie kommen zu euch in der nacht&lt;br /&gt;(Vernaya, nevernaya )&lt;br /&gt;und stehlen eure kleinen heißen tränen&lt;br /&gt;(ya s toboi)&lt;br /&gt;sie warten bis der mond erwacht&lt;br /&gt;(ya s toboi)&lt;br /&gt;und drücken sie in meine kalten venen&lt;br /&gt;(Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi.)&lt;br /&gt;Nun liebe kinder gebt fein acht&lt;br /&gt;ich bin die stimme aus dem kissen&lt;br /&gt;ich singe bis der tag erwacht&lt;br /&gt;ein heller schein am firmamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mein herz brennt&lt;br /&gt;(Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi.)&lt;br /&gt;Mein herz brennt&lt;br /&gt;(Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.&lt;br /&gt;(Mein herz Bernt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu ya s toboi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-3877727095366565389?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/3877727095366565389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=3877727095366565389' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3877727095366565389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3877727095366565389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/07/letra-pokazhi.html' title='LETRA &apos; POKAZHI &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-7758172957983830719</id><published>2010-06-30T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:35:42.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' POKAZHI (EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Lyubov EMN.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, ya Pochemu s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;Odno Zachem ty govorish Vremya VSE "Yo tozhe?&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Lyubov EMN.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, Pochemu, ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón se está quemando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Lyubov mne '&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, ya Pochemu s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Lyubov EMN.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, Pochemu, ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vienen a ti en el yate&lt;br /&gt;(Zoloto Molchanie)&lt;br /&gt;demonios, fantasmas feen negro&lt;br /&gt;(Monetkami Vypadet?)&lt;br /&gt;se arrastran fuera del sótano&lt;br /&gt;(Kto komu ostanets'ya)&lt;br /&gt;y ver bajo su ropa de cama&lt;br /&gt;(ya toboi s)&lt;br /&gt;Ahora sus ocho hijos el amor&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy la voz de la almohada&lt;br /&gt;Te he traído algo&lt;br /&gt;al parecer en un firmamento brillante&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Lyubov EMN.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, ya Pochemu s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Lyubov EMN.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, Pochemu, ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi sincero Bernt&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, Pochemu, ya s toboi&lt;br /&gt;ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vienen a ti en la noche&lt;br /&gt;(Vernaya, nevernaya)&lt;br /&gt;y robar sus lágrimas calientes&lt;br /&gt;(ya toboi s)&lt;br /&gt;que esperar hasta que la luna despierta&lt;br /&gt;(ya toboi s)&lt;br /&gt;y presione en mis venas frías&lt;br /&gt;(Pochemu, Pochemu, ya toboi s).&lt;br /&gt;Ahora sus ocho hijos el amor&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy la voz de la almohada&lt;br /&gt;Yo canto hasta el día se despierta&lt;br /&gt;aparentemente en un firmamento brillante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Lyubov EMN.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, ya Pochemu s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Lyubov EMN.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, Pochemu, ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón se está quemando&lt;br /&gt;(Pochemu, Pochemu, ya toboi s).&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón se está quemando&lt;br /&gt;(Pochemu, Pochemu, ya toboi s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Lyubov EMN.&lt;br /&gt;(Mi corazón Bernt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, ya Pochemu s toboi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-7758172957983830719?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/7758172957983830719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=7758172957983830719' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/7758172957983830719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/7758172957983830719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/06/letra-pokazhi-en-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; POKAZHI (EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-4701639897303894910</id><published>2010-06-30T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:35:23.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' PRINCESS-NZH '</title><content type='html'>Tu es celle qui me donne des ailes&lt;br /&gt;Si belle au naturel&lt;br /&gt;Aussi pure que les couleurs d'un arc-en-ciel&lt;br /&gt;Oh ma douce, Oh ma belle&lt;br /&gt;Du fond du coeur c'est un appel&lt;br /&gt;Du love en décibel&lt;br /&gt;Tous les jours ton visage, ta voix, ton regard m'ensorcellent&lt;br /&gt;Crois-moi je suis formel&lt;br /&gt;Je me battrais pour toi ma belle&lt;br /&gt;Pour allumer la flamme, je serais ton étincelle&lt;br /&gt;J'irais au bout du tunnel&lt;br /&gt;Bien loin du superficiel&lt;br /&gt;Honnête sincère et vraie tu es mon essentiel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain }&lt;br /&gt;J'ai trop de respect pour toi, pour te faire de la peine, oh princess&lt;br /&gt;Je serais toujours là pour toi, te garder près de moi&lt;br /&gt;Mon coeur s'envole, my love&lt;br /&gt;J'ai trop de respect pour toi pour te faire de la peine, oh princess&lt;br /&gt;Je serais toujours là pour toi, te garder près de moi&lt;br /&gt;J'aimerais tant que le temps d'une seconde tu aies confiance en moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partout où je me trouve tu es présente dans mon esprit&lt;br /&gt;Et toutes les choses que j'approuve ne sont que pour toi, my baby&lt;br /&gt;La plus belle de toutes ces fleurs, celle qui enivre ma vie&lt;br /&gt;Qui remplit ma tête de mille couleurs même quand le ciel est gris&lt;br /&gt;Oh my baby, je t'aime c'est ma plume qui l'écrit&lt;br /&gt;Oh my baby, je t'aime et c'est mon coeur qui te le dit&lt;br /&gt;Oh my baby, oh my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'inventerais des mots, même sil le faut&lt;br /&gt;Car ceux de mon cerveau ne sont plus à la hauteur&lt;br /&gt;Voici my baby, les dictons de la langue de mon coeur&lt;br /&gt;Tu es mon moteur, mon inspiration, oh mon coeur !&lt;br /&gt;Tu es l'air de mes poumons, vivre sans toi c'est l'oppression&lt;br /&gt;My baby, crois moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My princess, suis-moi je ne veux pas que tu t'en ailles&lt;br /&gt;Je ne pourrais te dire bye bye&lt;br /&gt;My princess, suis moi je ne veux pas que tu t'en ailles&lt;br /&gt;Mes erreurs je les brûle sur la paille&lt;br /&gt;My princess, suis-moi je ne veux pas que tu t'en ailles&lt;br /&gt;Je ne pourrais te dire bye bye&lt;br /&gt;My princess, suis-moi je ne veux pas que tu t'en ailles&lt;br /&gt;Viens baby, on fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-4701639897303894910?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/4701639897303894910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=4701639897303894910' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4701639897303894910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4701639897303894910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/06/letra-princess-nzh.html' title='LETRA &apos; PRINCESS-NZH &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-1589499856652350606</id><published>2010-06-30T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:34:36.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' PUSSY '</title><content type='html'>Too big, too small&lt;br /&gt;Size does matter after all&lt;br /&gt;Zu groß, zu klein&lt;br /&gt;Er könnte etwas größer sein&lt;br /&gt;Mercedes Benz und Autobahn&lt;br /&gt;Alleine in das Ausland fahren&lt;br /&gt;Reise, Reise, Fahrvergnügen&lt;br /&gt;Ich will nur Spaß, mich nicht verlieben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a pussy&lt;br /&gt;I have a dick&lt;br /&gt;So what's the problem&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it quick&lt;br /&gt;So take me now before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short so I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;Take me now, oh don't you see&lt;br /&gt;I can't get laid in Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too short, too tall&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter, one size fits all&lt;br /&gt;Zu groß, zu klein&lt;br /&gt;Der Schlagbaum sollte oben sein&lt;br /&gt;Schönes Fräulein, lust auf mehr&lt;br /&gt;Blitzkrieg mit dem Fleischgewehr&lt;br /&gt;Schnaps im Kopf, holde Braut&lt;br /&gt;Steck Bratwurst in dein Sauerkraut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Be my little bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a pussy&lt;br /&gt;I have a dick&lt;br /&gt;So what's the problem&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it quick&lt;br /&gt;So take me now before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short so I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;Take me now, oh don't you see&lt;br /&gt;I can't get laid in Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany&lt;br /&gt;Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a pussy&lt;br /&gt;I have a dick&lt;br /&gt;So what's the problem&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it quick&lt;br /&gt;You've got a pussy&lt;br /&gt;I have a dick&lt;br /&gt;So what's the problem&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a pussy&lt;br /&gt;I have a dick&lt;br /&gt;So what's the problem&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it quick&lt;br /&gt;So take me now before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short so I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;Take me now, oh don't you see&lt;br /&gt;I can't get laid in Germany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-1589499856652350606?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/1589499856652350606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=1589499856652350606' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1589499856652350606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1589499856652350606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2010/06/letra-pussy.html' title='LETRA &apos; PUSSY &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-6510907135739708870</id><published>2009-12-22T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:42:00.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MOTHER (EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>Las lágrimas de un ejército de niños&lt;br /&gt;las esparzo sobre un cabello blanco&lt;br /&gt;lanzo al aire el cordón mojado&lt;br /&gt;y desearía tener una madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin sol que brille&lt;br /&gt;ningún pecho ha llorado leche&lt;br /&gt;en mi cuello hay un tubo&lt;br /&gt;y un ombligo me falta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me dejaron sorber los pezones&lt;br /&gt;ni guardar las imperfecciones&lt;br /&gt;nadie me dio un nombre&lt;br /&gt;concebido sin amor ni semen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la madre que nunca me dio a luz&lt;br /&gt;le he deseado esta noche&lt;br /&gt;una enfermedad como regalo&lt;br /&gt;y después la ahogaré en el río&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En sus pulmones vive un mamífero&lt;br /&gt;en mi frente un lunar&lt;br /&gt;lo elimino con el beso de un cuchillo&lt;br /&gt;aunque por ello tenga que morir&lt;br /&gt;aunque por ello me tenga que desangrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madre dame fuerza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-6510907135739708870?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/6510907135739708870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=6510907135739708870' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/6510907135739708870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/6510907135739708870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/12/letra-mother-en-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; MOTHER (EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-3220920876382211791</id><published>2009-12-22T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:20:00.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MUSIC BOX '</title><content type='html'>(translation to: spieluhr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small human only pretends to die&lt;br /&gt;It wanted to be completely alone&lt;br /&gt;The small heart stood still for hours&lt;br /&gt;So they decided it was dead&lt;br /&gt;It is being buried in wet sand&lt;br /&gt;With a music box in its hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first snow covers the grave&lt;br /&gt;It woke the child very softly&lt;br /&gt;In a cold winter night&lt;br /&gt;The small heart is awakened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the frost flew into the child&lt;br /&gt;It wound up the music box&lt;br /&gt;A melody in the wind&lt;br /&gt;And the child sings from the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and down, rider!&lt;br /&gt;And no angel climbs down&lt;br /&gt;My heart does not beat anymore&lt;br /&gt;Only the rain cries on the grave&lt;br /&gt;Up and down, rider&lt;br /&gt;A melody in the wind&lt;br /&gt;My heart does not beat anymore&lt;br /&gt;And the child sings from the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold moon, in full magnificence&lt;br /&gt;It hears the cries in the night&lt;br /&gt;And no angel climbs down&lt;br /&gt;Only the rain cries on the grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between hard oak boards&lt;br /&gt;It will play with the music box&lt;br /&gt;A melody in the wind&lt;br /&gt;And the child sings from the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and down, rider!&lt;br /&gt;And no angel climbs down&lt;br /&gt;My heart does not beat anymore&lt;br /&gt;Only the rain cries on the grave&lt;br /&gt;Up and down, rider&lt;br /&gt;A melody in the wind&lt;br /&gt;My heart does not beat anymore&lt;br /&gt;And the child sings from the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and down, rider!&lt;br /&gt;My heart does not beat anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On totensonntag they heard&lt;br /&gt;This melody from the graveyard&lt;br /&gt;Then they unearthed it&lt;br /&gt;They saved the small heart in the child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and down, rider!&lt;br /&gt;A melody in the wind&lt;br /&gt;My heart does not beat anymore&lt;br /&gt;And the child sings on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and down, rider!&lt;br /&gt;And no angel climbs down&lt;br /&gt;My heart does not beat anymore&lt;br /&gt;Only the rain cries on the grave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-3220920876382211791?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/3220920876382211791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=3220920876382211791' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3220920876382211791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3220920876382211791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/12/letra-music-box.html' title='LETRA &apos; MUSIC BOX &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-1684123190961861117</id><published>2009-12-12T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:16:00.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MUTTER '</title><content type='html'>Die Tranen greiser Kinderschar&lt;br /&gt;ich zieh sie auf ein weisses Haar&lt;br /&gt;werf in die Luft die nasse Kette&lt;br /&gt;und wunsch mir, dass ich eine Mutter hatte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keine Sonne die mir scheint&lt;br /&gt;keine Brust hat Milch geweint&lt;br /&gt;in meiner Kehle steckt ein Schlauch&lt;br /&gt;Hab keinen Nabel auf dem Bauch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich durfte keine Nippel lecken&lt;br /&gt;und keine Falte zum Verstecken&lt;br /&gt;niemand gab mir einen Namen&lt;br /&gt;gezeugt in Hast und ohne Samen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der Mutter die mich nie geboren&lt;br /&gt;hab ich heute Nacht geschworen&lt;br /&gt;ich werd ihr eine Krankheit schenken&lt;br /&gt;und sie danach im Fluss versenken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ihren Lungen wohnt ein Aal&lt;br /&gt;auf meiner Stirn ein Muttermal&lt;br /&gt;entferne es mit Messers Kuss&lt;br /&gt;auch wenn ich daran sterben muss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ihren Lungen wohnt ein Aal&lt;br /&gt;auf meiner Stirn ein Muttermal&lt;br /&gt;entferne es mit Messers Kuss&lt;br /&gt;auch wenn ich verbluten muss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutter&lt;br /&gt;oh gib mir Kraft&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-1684123190961861117?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/1684123190961861117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=1684123190961861117' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1684123190961861117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1684123190961861117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/12/letra-mutter.html' title='LETRA &apos; MUTTER &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-202150472593913399</id><published>2009-12-12T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:11:00.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MUTTER ( EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>MADRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las lágrimas de un ejército de niños&lt;br /&gt;las esparzo sobre un cabello blanco&lt;br /&gt;lanzo al aire el cordón mojado&lt;br /&gt;y desearía tener una madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin sol que brille&lt;br /&gt;ningún pecho ha llorado leche&lt;br /&gt;en mi cuello hay un tubo&lt;br /&gt;y un ombligo me falta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me dejaron sorber los pezones&lt;br /&gt;ni guardar las imperfecciones&lt;br /&gt;nadie me dio un nombre&lt;br /&gt;concebido sin amor ni semen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la madre que nunca me dio a luz&lt;br /&gt;le he deseado esta noche&lt;br /&gt;una enfermedad como regalo&lt;br /&gt;y después la ahogaré en el río&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En sus pulmones vive un mamífero&lt;br /&gt;en mi frente un lunar&lt;br /&gt;lo elimino con el beso de un cuchillo&lt;br /&gt;aunque por ello tenga que morir&lt;br /&gt;aunque por ello me tenga que desangrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madre dame fuerza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-202150472593913399?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/202150472593913399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=202150472593913399' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/202150472593913399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/202150472593913399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/12/letra-mutter-en-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; MUTTER ( EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-933630404022325907</id><published>2009-12-12T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T13:02:00.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MUTTER ENGLISH '</title><content type='html'>The tears of greiser child crowd i pull it on a white hair werf into&lt;br /&gt;air the wet chain and wish me that i would have a nut/mother&lt;br /&gt;No sun me does not shine a chest has milk cried in my throat&lt;br /&gt;puts a hose has no navel on the belly&lt;br /&gt;Nut/mother, nut/mother! nut/mother, nut/mother!&lt;br /&gt;I was not allowed to lick nipples and no fold for hiding nobody gave&lt;br /&gt;me a name witnessed in haste and without seeds&lt;br /&gt;The nut/mother me never bore i tonight sworn i become it an&lt;br /&gt;illness to give and it thereafter in the river to sink&lt;br /&gt;Nut/mother, nut/mother! nut/mother, nut/mother!&lt;br /&gt;In its lungs a aal on my forehead a nut/mother mark lives removes it&lt;br /&gt;with measurer kiss even if i to it die must&lt;br /&gt;Nut/mother, nut/mother! nut/mother, nut/mother!&lt;br /&gt;In its lungs a aal on my forehead a nut/mother mark lives removes it&lt;br /&gt;with measurer kiss even if i bleeds must&lt;br /&gt;Nut/mother&lt;br /&gt;oh give me strength&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-933630404022325907?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/933630404022325907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=933630404022325907' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/933630404022325907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/933630404022325907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/12/letra-mutter-english.html' title='LETRA &apos; MUTTER ENGLISH &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-3763922931321793742</id><published>2009-12-06T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T08:38:00.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MY HEART BURNS '</title><content type='html'>Now, dear children, pay attention&lt;br /&gt;I am the voice from the pillow&lt;br /&gt;I have brought you something&lt;br /&gt;I ripped it from my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this heart i have the power&lt;br /&gt;To blackmail the eyelids&lt;br /&gt;I sing until the day awakes&lt;br /&gt;A bright light on the heavens&lt;br /&gt;My heart burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come to you in the night&lt;br /&gt;Demons, ghosts, black fairies&lt;br /&gt;They creep out of the cellar shaft&lt;br /&gt;And will look under your bedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, dear children, pay attention&lt;br /&gt;I am the voice from the pillow&lt;br /&gt;I have brought you something&lt;br /&gt;A bright light on the heavens&lt;br /&gt;My heart burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come to you in the night&lt;br /&gt;And steal your small hot tears&lt;br /&gt;They wait until the moon awakes&lt;br /&gt;And put them in my cold veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, dear children, pay attention&lt;br /&gt;I am the voice from the pillow&lt;br /&gt;I sing until the day awakes&lt;br /&gt;A bright light on the heavens&lt;br /&gt;My heart burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart burns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-3763922931321793742?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/3763922931321793742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=3763922931321793742' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3763922931321793742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3763922931321793742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/12/letra-my-heart-burns.html' title='LETRA &apos; MY HEART BURNS &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-1376096437160020733</id><published>2009-12-06T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T08:07:00.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' MY PART '</title><content type='html'>Today I'll meet a man&lt;br /&gt;He likes me so much, he could eat me (german proverb)&lt;br /&gt;Soft parts but also hard ones&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the menu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are, what you eat,&lt;br /&gt;And you know, what it is&lt;br /&gt;It's my part- (No)&lt;br /&gt;My part (No)&lt;br /&gt;There- that's my part (No)&lt;br /&gt;My part- (No)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blunt blade good and nice&lt;br /&gt;I bleed heavily and I feel bad&lt;br /&gt;Also have to fight with fainting&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep on eating with cramps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's peppered so well and so nicely flambéed&lt;br /&gt;And so lovingly served on porcelain&lt;br /&gt;To that a good wine and fine candle light&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll let it take time, there must be some&lt;br /&gt;culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are, what you eat,&lt;br /&gt;And you know, what it is&lt;br /&gt;It's my part- (No)&lt;br /&gt;My part (No)&lt;br /&gt;There- that's my part (No)&lt;br /&gt;My part- (No)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scream will fly to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Will cut through angels gaggle&lt;br /&gt;from the clouds fall feathermeat (?)&lt;br /&gt;at my childhood with shrieking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are, what you eat,&lt;br /&gt;And you know, what it is&lt;br /&gt;It's my part- (No)&lt;br /&gt;My part (No)&lt;br /&gt;There- that's my part (No)&lt;br /&gt;My part- (No)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-1376096437160020733?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/1376096437160020733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=1376096437160020733' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1376096437160020733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1376096437160020733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/12/letra-my-part.html' title='LETRA &apos; MY PART &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-1293514044242549556</id><published>2009-12-06T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T06:59:00.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' NEBEL '</title><content type='html'>Sie stehen eng umschlungen&lt;br /&gt;ein fleischgemisch so reich an tagen&lt;br /&gt;wo das meer das land berührt&lt;br /&gt;will sie ihm die wahrheit sagen&lt;br /&gt;Doch ihre worte frisst der wind&lt;br /&gt;wo das meer zu ende ist&lt;br /&gt;hält sie zitternd seine hand&lt;br /&gt;und hat ihn auf die stirn geküsst&lt;br /&gt;Sie trägt den abend in der brust&lt;br /&gt;und weiss dass sie verleben muss&lt;br /&gt;sie legt den kopf in seinen schoss&lt;br /&gt;und bittet einen letzten kuss&lt;br /&gt;Und dann hat er sie geküsst&lt;br /&gt;wo das meer zu ende ist&lt;br /&gt;ihre lippen schwach und blaß&lt;br /&gt;und seine augen werden naß&lt;br /&gt;Der letzte kuss ist so lang her&lt;br /&gt;der letzte kuss&lt;br /&gt;er erinnert sich nicht mehr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-1293514044242549556?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/1293514044242549556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=1293514044242549556' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1293514044242549556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1293514044242549556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/12/letra-nebel.html' title='LETRA &apos; NEBEL &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-1291865204163285902</id><published>2009-12-01T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:23:00.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' NEBEL (MIST) (ENGLISH) '</title><content type='html'>Mist &lt;br /&gt;they stand with their arms tightly around each other&lt;br /&gt;a mixture of flesh, so rich in days&lt;br /&gt;where the sea touches the land&lt;br /&gt;she wants to tell him the truth&lt;br /&gt;But the wind eats her words&lt;br /&gt;where the sea ends&lt;br /&gt;she holds his hand, trembling&lt;br /&gt;and kissed him on the forehead&lt;br /&gt;She carries the evening in her chest&lt;br /&gt;and knows that she must wither away&lt;br /&gt;she lays her head in his lap&lt;br /&gt;and asks for a last kiss&lt;br /&gt;And then he kissed her&lt;br /&gt;where the sea ends&lt;br /&gt;her lips, delicate and pale&lt;br /&gt;and his eyes tear up&lt;br /&gt;The last kiss was so long ago&lt;br /&gt;the last kiss&lt;br /&gt;he does not remember it anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-1291865204163285902?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/1291865204163285902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=1291865204163285902' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1291865204163285902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1291865204163285902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/12/letra-nebel-mist-english.html' title='LETRA &apos; NEBEL (MIST) (ENGLISH) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-5336095988175853140</id><published>2009-12-01T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:02:00.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' NEVEL ( EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>NIEBLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Están muy abrazados&lt;br /&gt;una rica mezcla de carne&lt;br /&gt;donde el mar acaricia a la orilla&lt;br /&gt;ella le quiere decir la verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sus palabras se las lleva el viento&lt;br /&gt;donde termina el mar&lt;br /&gt;temblando le coge la mano&lt;br /&gt;y le besa la frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella lleva la noche en su pecho&lt;br /&gt;y sabe que tiene que marcharse&lt;br /&gt;apoya su cabeza en su regazo&lt;br /&gt;y le pide un último beso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces él la besa&lt;br /&gt;donde termina el mar&lt;br /&gt;sus labios están débiles y pálidos&lt;br /&gt;y los ojos de él empiezan a humedecerse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace tanto del último beso&lt;br /&gt;el último beso&lt;br /&gt;él ya no se acuerda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-5336095988175853140?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/5336095988175853140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=5336095988175853140' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/5336095988175853140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/5336095988175853140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/12/letra-nevel-en-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; NEVEL ( EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-4763498156391925819</id><published>2009-11-30T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:01:00.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' NO MUERAS ANTES QUE YO (EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>La noche ya nos cubrió&lt;br /&gt;El nombre del niño es soledad&lt;br /&gt;Esta frío e inmóvil&lt;br /&gt;Llorando entre el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me se tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Pero existes y lo se&lt;br /&gt;También se que alguna vez&lt;br /&gt;Alguien me amara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada noche viene a mí&lt;br /&gt;No quedan palabras por decir&lt;br /&gt;Pone sus manos sobre mí&lt;br /&gt;Cerrando los ojos me dejo llevar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se quien es el&lt;br /&gt;Y en mis sueños el esta&lt;br /&gt;Su pasión esta sobre mi&lt;br /&gt;Y no me puedo resistir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te espero Aquí&lt;br /&gt;No mueras antes que yo&lt;br /&gt;Te espero aquí&lt;br /&gt;No mueras antes que yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se quien eres tu&lt;br /&gt;Mas se que ahí estas&lt;br /&gt;No mueras…&lt;br /&gt;El amor se ve tan lejos&lt;br /&gt;Te espero aquí&lt;br /&gt;No te puedo rechazar&lt;br /&gt;Te espero aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allá afuera ya nevó&lt;br /&gt;Y se puede ver la luz&lt;br /&gt;Se mienten juntos, y yo,&lt;br /&gt;Y yo solo te espero a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te espero aquí&lt;br /&gt;No mueras antes que yo&lt;br /&gt;Te espero aquí&lt;br /&gt;No mueras antes que yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no se quien eres tu&lt;br /&gt;Mas bien se que existes&lt;br /&gt;No mueras&lt;br /&gt;El amor se ve tan lejos&lt;br /&gt;Te espero aquí&lt;br /&gt;No te quiero rechazar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mueras antes&lt;br /&gt;Que yo…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-4763498156391925819?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/4763498156391925819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=4763498156391925819' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4763498156391925819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4763498156391925819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/11/letra-no-mueras-antes-que-yo-en-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; NO MUERAS ANTES QUE YO (EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-5916961619710625456</id><published>2009-11-28T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:36:00.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' ODNO I TO ZHE (ALEMÁN) '</title><content type='html'>Ich liebe dich&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe dich nicht&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe dich nicht mehr(2)&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe dich nicht mehr oder weniger als du&lt;br /&gt;Als du mich geliebt hast&lt;br /&gt;Als du mich noch geliebt hast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die schönen Mädchen sind nicht schön&lt;br /&gt;Die warmen Hände sind so kalt&lt;br /&gt;Alle Uhren bleiben stehen&lt;br /&gt;Lachen ist nicht mehr gesund und bald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such ich dich hinter dem Licht&lt;br /&gt;Wo bist du&lt;br /&gt;So allein will ich nicht sein&lt;br /&gt;Wo bist du&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die schönen Mädchen sind nicht schön&lt;br /&gt;Die warmen Hände sind so kalt&lt;br /&gt;Alle Uhren bleiben stehen&lt;br /&gt;Lachen ist nicht mehr gesund, und bald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich suche dich hinter dem Licht&lt;br /&gt;Wo bist du&lt;br /&gt;So allein will ich nicht sein&lt;br /&gt;Wo bist du&lt;br /&gt;Ich suche dich unter jedem Stein&lt;br /&gt;Wo bist du&lt;br /&gt;Ich schlaf mit einem Messer ein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo bist du&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-5916961619710625456?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/5916961619710625456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=5916961619710625456' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/5916961619710625456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/5916961619710625456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/11/letra-odno-i-to-zhe-aleman.html' title='LETRA &apos; ODNO I TO ZHE (ALEMÁN) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-450499348356125850</id><published>2009-11-28T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:25:00.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' ODNO I TO ZHE (ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>Te quiero&lt;br /&gt;No te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Ya no te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Ya no te quiero más o tan poco como tú&lt;br /&gt;Tanto como tú me has querido&lt;br /&gt;Tanto como tú aún me quieres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las niñas bonitas ya no son bonitas&lt;br /&gt;las cálidas manos son tan frías&lt;br /&gt;Todos los relojes se han parado&lt;br /&gt;Reír ya no es saludable, y pronto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te busco detrás de la luz&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde estás?&lt;br /&gt;No quiero estar solo&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde estás?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las niñas bonitas ya no son bonitas&lt;br /&gt;las cálidas manos son tan frías&lt;br /&gt;Todos los relojes se han parado&lt;br /&gt;Reír ya no es saludable, y habitual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te busco detrás de la luz&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde estás?&lt;br /&gt;No quiero estar solo&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde estás?&lt;br /&gt;Te busco debajo de cada piedra&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde estás?&lt;br /&gt;Duermo junto a un cuchillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde estás?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-450499348356125850?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/450499348356125850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=450499348356125850' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/450499348356125850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/450499348356125850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/11/letra-odno-i-to-zhe-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; ODNO I TO ZHE (ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-7093063062620333069</id><published>2009-11-24T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:10:00.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' OHNE DICH '</title><content type='html'>Ich werde in die tannen gehen, &lt;br /&gt;dahin wo ich sie zuletzt gesehen, &lt;br /&gt;doch der abend werft ein tuch auf's land, &lt;br /&gt;und auf die wege hinterm waldesrand, &lt;br /&gt;und der wald ersteht so schwarz und leer, &lt;br /&gt;weh mir oh weh, &lt;br /&gt;und die vögel singen nicht mehr &lt;br /&gt;Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich, &lt;br /&gt;mit dir bin ich auch allein, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich zähl' ich die stunden, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich, &lt;br /&gt;mit dir stehen die sekunden, &lt;br /&gt;lohnen nicht &lt;br /&gt;Auf den ästen in den gräben, &lt;br /&gt;ist es nun still und ohne leben, &lt;br /&gt;und das atmen fällt mich ach so schwer, &lt;br /&gt;weh mir oh weh, &lt;br /&gt;und die vögel singen nicht mehr &lt;br /&gt;Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich, &lt;br /&gt;mit dir bin ich auch allein, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich zähl' ich die stunden, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich, &lt;br /&gt;mit dir stehen die sekunden, &lt;br /&gt;lohnen nicht, ohne dich &lt;br /&gt;Und das atmen fällt mich ach so schwer, &lt;br /&gt;weh oh weh, &lt;br /&gt;und die vögel singen nicht mehr &lt;br /&gt;Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich, &lt;br /&gt;mit dir bin ich auch allein, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich zähl' ich die stunden, &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich, &lt;br /&gt;mit dir stehen die sekunden, &lt;br /&gt;lohnen nicht, ohne dich &lt;br /&gt;Ohne dich! &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich! &lt;br /&gt;ohne dich!&lt;br /&gt;By parl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-7093063062620333069?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/7093063062620333069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=7093063062620333069' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/7093063062620333069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/7093063062620333069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/11/letra-ohne-dich.html' title='LETRA &apos; OHNE DICH &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-1843715719683880421</id><published>2009-11-24T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:00:00.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' OHNE DICH (EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>Me hice en los abetos gehn,&lt;br /&gt;Allí donde yo ellos (ella, ello) finalmente gesehn&lt;br /&gt;Pero la tarde lanza un paño sobre el país (la tierra)&lt;br /&gt;Y sobre los caminos detrás de la frontera forestal&lt;br /&gt;Y el bosque él (ello) está de pie tan negro y vacío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duélame el golpe ah&lt;br /&gt;Y los pájaros no cantan más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted no puedo ser&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted&lt;br /&gt;Con usted soy también solo&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted cuentan yo las horas (lecciones)&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted&lt;br /&gt;Con usted allí soportan los segundos&lt;br /&gt;No reembolsar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre las ramas(sucursales) en las zanjas&lt;br /&gt;Si es ahora un tranquilo y sin la vida&lt;br /&gt;Y la respiración es difícil para mí ah tan&lt;br /&gt;Duélame el golpe ah&lt;br /&gt;Y los pájaros no cantan más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted no puedo ser&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted&lt;br /&gt;Con usted soy también solo&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted cuentan yo las horas (lecciones)&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted&lt;br /&gt;Con usted allí soportan los segundos&lt;br /&gt;No reembolsar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la respiración es difícil para mí ah tan&lt;br /&gt;Duélame el golpe ah&lt;br /&gt;Y los pájaros no cantan más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted no puedo ser&lt;br /&gt;Sin usted&lt;br /&gt;Con usted soy también solo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-1843715719683880421?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/1843715719683880421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=1843715719683880421' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1843715719683880421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1843715719683880421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/11/letra-ohne-dich-en-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; OHNE DICH (EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-1164851578508393129</id><published>2009-11-19T16:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:45:00.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' OHNE DICH (EN PORTUGUÉS) '</title><content type='html'>Sem Você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu irei para onde há árvores&lt;br /&gt;Lá, onde eu a vi pela última vez&lt;br /&gt;Mas o entardecer lança um pano sobre os campos&lt;br /&gt;E nos caminhos por trás do fim da floresta&lt;br /&gt;E isso faz das árvores tão negras e vazias&lt;br /&gt;Dói-me, óh dói-me&lt;br /&gt;E os passáros não cantam mais&lt;br /&gt;Sem você eu não existo&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Com você eu estou sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Sem você eu conto as horas&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Com você os segundos não valem&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos galhos, nos fossos&lt;br /&gt;Está tudo quieto e tão sem vida&lt;br /&gt;E minha respiração está óh tão pesada&lt;br /&gt;Dói-me, óh dói-me&lt;br /&gt;E os pássaros não cantam mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem você eu não existo&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Com você eu estou sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Sem você eu conto as horas&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Com você os segundos não valem&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E minha respiração está óh tão pesada&lt;br /&gt;Dói-me, óh dói-me&lt;br /&gt;E os pássaros não cantam mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem você eu não existo&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Com você eu estou sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Sem você eu conto as horas&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;Com você os segundos não valem&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-1164851578508393129?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/1164851578508393129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=1164851578508393129' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1164851578508393129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1164851578508393129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/11/letra-ohne-dich-en-portugues.html' title='LETRA &apos; OHNE DICH (EN PORTUGUÉS) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-2173535331177427838</id><published>2009-11-19T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:45:00.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' OTHERWORLD '</title><content type='html'>Go on if you want it.&lt;br /&gt;an otherworld awaits you&lt;br /&gt;don't you give up on it.&lt;br /&gt;you bite the hand that feeds you.&lt;br /&gt;All alone cold fields you wander&lt;br /&gt;memories of it, cloud your sight&lt;br /&gt;fills your dreams, disturbs your slumber&lt;br /&gt;lost your way, a fallen knight&lt;br /&gt;Hold now, aim is steady&lt;br /&gt;an otherworld awaits you.&lt;br /&gt;one thousand years--you ready?&lt;br /&gt;the otherworld it takes you&lt;br /&gt;Go into the sand and the dust in the sky&lt;br /&gt;go now, there's no better plan than to do or to die&lt;br /&gt;free me pray to the faith in the face of the light&lt;br /&gt;feed me fill me with sin now get ready to fight&lt;br /&gt;You know you will&lt;br /&gt;you know you will&lt;br /&gt;you know you know you know you know that you will&lt;br /&gt;you know you know you know you know that you will&lt;br /&gt;Fight fight fight&lt;br /&gt;fight fight fight&lt;br /&gt;fight fight fight&lt;br /&gt;Hope dies and you wander&lt;br /&gt;the otherworld it makes you&lt;br /&gt;dreams they rip asunder&lt;br /&gt;the otherworld it hates you&lt;br /&gt;free now ride up on it&lt;br /&gt;up to the heights it takes you&lt;br /&gt;go on if you want it.&lt;br /&gt;an otherworld awaits you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-2173535331177427838?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/2173535331177427838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=2173535331177427838' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/2173535331177427838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/2173535331177427838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/11/letra-otherworld.html' title='LETRA &apos; OTHERWORLD &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-7987942049158862328</id><published>2009-11-14T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:41:00.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' PESNJA O TREVOZHNOY MOLODOSTI (EN PORTUGUÉS) '</title><content type='html'>Pesnja o trevozhnoy molodosti - Canção da juventude inquieta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O trabalho para nós é simples&lt;br /&gt;Nosso trabalho é este:&lt;br /&gt;deixar nosso país viver&lt;br /&gt;e nenhuma outra preocupação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto a neve quanto o vento&lt;br /&gt;e o vôo das estrelas na noite&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração me chama&lt;br /&gt;para a distância inquieta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-7987942049158862328?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/7987942049158862328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=7987942049158862328' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/7987942049158862328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/7987942049158862328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/11/letra-pesnja-o-trevozhnoy-molodosti-en.html' title='LETRA &apos; PESNJA O TREVOZHNOY MOLODOSTI (EN PORTUGUÉS) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-9139908437386640569</id><published>2009-11-08T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:41:00.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' PET CEMETERY '</title><content type='html'>Under the arc of the weather stain boards&lt;br /&gt;ancient goblins, and warlords&lt;br /&gt;come out of the ground, not making a sound&lt;br /&gt;the smell of death is all around&lt;br /&gt;and the nights come and the cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;no one cares and nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to live my life again&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow victor to a sacred place&lt;br /&gt;there ain't no dream i can escape&lt;br /&gt;molars and fangs and clicking of bones&lt;br /&gt;spirits moaning among the tombstones&lt;br /&gt;when the night has come and the moon is bright&lt;br /&gt;someone cries and something ain't right&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to live my life again&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;br /&gt;The moon is full, the air is still&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden i feel a chill&lt;br /&gt;victor is grinning, flesh rotting away&lt;br /&gt;skeletons dance, i curse this day&lt;br /&gt;and on the night when the wolves cry out&lt;br /&gt;listen close and you can hear me shout&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to live my life again&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-9139908437386640569?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/9139908437386640569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=9139908437386640569' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/9139908437386640569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/9139908437386640569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/11/letra-pet-cemetery.html' title='LETRA &apos; PET CEMETERY &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-5397939075214627864</id><published>2009-11-08T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:40:00.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' PET CEMETERY (EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>Cementerio de mascotas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajo el arco de tablas manchado por el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;ancianos goblins y señores de la guerra&lt;br /&gt;salen de la tierra, sin haser ruido&lt;br /&gt;el olor de la muerte está por todos sitios&lt;br /&gt;y las noches vienen y el frio tiempos sopla.&lt;br /&gt;A nadie le importa y nadie sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no quiero ser enterrado en un cementerio de mascotas&lt;br /&gt;no quiero volver a vivir mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sigo a Víctor a un lugar sagrado.&lt;br /&gt;Ahí no hay sueño del qe yo no pueda escapar.&lt;br /&gt;Muelas y colmillos y chasquidos de huesos.&lt;br /&gt;Los espíritus gimen entre las tumbas&lt;br /&gt;cuando la noche ha venido y la luna esta brillante&lt;br /&gt;alguien llora y algo no va vien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no quiero ser entarrado en un cementerio de mascotas&lt;br /&gt;no quiero volver a vivir mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luna está llena, el aire esta quieto&lt;br /&gt;de repente siento un escalofrio.&lt;br /&gt;Víctor está sonriendo, la carne se pudre&lt;br /&gt;los esqueletos bailan, maldigo este dia&lt;br /&gt;y en la noche cuando los lobos aúllan&lt;br /&gt;escucha con atención y podrás oírme gritar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no quiero ser enterrado en un cementerio de mascotas&lt;br /&gt;no quiero volver a vivir mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-5397939075214627864?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/5397939075214627864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=5397939075214627864' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/5397939075214627864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/5397939075214627864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/11/letra-pet-cemetery-en-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; PET CEMETERY (EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-1917819506903532923</id><published>2009-11-06T16:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:40:00.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' PET SEMETARY (EN PORTUGUÉS) '</title><content type='html'>Ok, nós estamos tocando uma música para vocês e para Joey Ramone, que infelizmente faleceu na Páscoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo do arco de algumas tábuas e manchas do tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Duendes antigos, e senhores da guerra,&lt;br /&gt;Saem do solo e não fazem um som,&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro de morte está ao redor,&lt;br /&gt;E a noite quando os sopros de vento frios,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém se preocupa, ninguém sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero ser enterrado em um Cemitério de Animais,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero viver minha vida novamente,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero ser enterrado em um Cemitério de Animais,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero viver minha vida novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siga Victor para o lugar sagrado,&lt;br /&gt;Este não é um sonho, eu não posso escapar,&lt;br /&gt;Molares e colmilho, o fazendo tique-taque de ossos,&lt;br /&gt;Espíritos que gemem entre as lápides,&lt;br /&gt;E a noite, quando a lua é luminosa,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém chora, algo não está certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lua está cheia, o ar ainda é,&lt;br /&gt;De repente eu sinto um frio,&lt;br /&gt;Victor está sorrindo maliciosamente, carne que apodrece lá fora,&lt;br /&gt;Esqueletos dançam, eu amaldiçôo este dia,&lt;br /&gt;E a noite quando os lobos clamam,&lt;br /&gt;Escute o fim e você pode me ouvir gritar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-1917819506903532923?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/1917819506903532923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=1917819506903532923' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1917819506903532923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/1917819506903532923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/11/letra-pet-semetary-en-portugues.html' title='LETRA &apos; PET SEMETARY (EN PORTUGUÉS) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-4128272369892594224</id><published>2009-11-06T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:41:01.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' PIANO {KLAVIER} '</title><content type='html'>They say to me&lt;br /&gt;Open this door&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity screams&lt;br /&gt;Whatever could it be&lt;br /&gt;Back behind that door&lt;br /&gt;A piano&lt;br /&gt;The keys are all dusty&lt;br /&gt;The strings are all untuned&lt;br /&gt;Back behind that door&lt;br /&gt;At the piano&lt;br /&gt;But she plays no more&lt;br /&gt;It so long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the piano&lt;br /&gt;She's who i hear&lt;br /&gt;She began to play&lt;br /&gt;She took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said to me too&lt;br /&gt;That i'll stay with you&lt;br /&gt;But it just seemed to be&lt;br /&gt;She played alone for me&lt;br /&gt;I poured her blood&lt;br /&gt;On the fire of my rage&lt;br /&gt;I locked up her shrine&lt;br /&gt;They questioned in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the piano&lt;br /&gt;She's who i hear&lt;br /&gt;She began to play&lt;br /&gt;She took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;At the piano&lt;br /&gt;I stand by her&lt;br /&gt;But it just seemed to be&lt;br /&gt;She played alone for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They opened up the door&lt;br /&gt;And how they cried&lt;br /&gt;I heard her mother plea&lt;br /&gt;Her father struck out at me&lt;br /&gt;They tore her from her chair&lt;br /&gt;No one believed me there&lt;br /&gt;I was so insane&lt;br /&gt;With the strech and the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the piano&lt;br /&gt;She's who i hear&lt;br /&gt;She began to play&lt;br /&gt;She took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;At the piano&lt;br /&gt;She's who i hear&lt;br /&gt;As i began to play&lt;br /&gt;I took her breath away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-4128272369892594224?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/4128272369892594224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=4128272369892594224' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4128272369892594224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4128272369892594224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/11/letra-piano-klavier.html' title='LETRA &apos; PIANO {KLAVIER} &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-7548491833201133789</id><published>2009-11-03T16:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:40:00.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' POKAZHI '</title><content type='html'>Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;Zachem ty vse vremya govorish' odno I tozhe?&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mein herz brennt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie kommen zu euch in der yacht&lt;br /&gt;(Zoloto Molchanie)&lt;br /&gt;dämonen geister schwarze feen&lt;br /&gt;(Vypadet monetkami?)&lt;br /&gt;sie kriechen aus dem kellerschacht&lt;br /&gt;(Kto komu ostanets'ya)&lt;br /&gt;und werden unter euer bettzeug sehen&lt;br /&gt;(ya s toboi)&lt;br /&gt;Nun liebe kinder gebt fein acht&lt;br /&gt;ich bin die stimme aus dem kissen&lt;br /&gt;ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht&lt;br /&gt;ein heller schein am firmament&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mein herz Bernt&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi&lt;br /&gt;ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie kommen zu euch in der nacht&lt;br /&gt;(Vernaya, nevernaya )&lt;br /&gt;und stehlen eure kleinen heißen tränen&lt;br /&gt;(ya s toboi)&lt;br /&gt;sie warten bis der mond erwacht&lt;br /&gt;(ya s toboi)&lt;br /&gt;und drücken sie in meine kalten venen&lt;br /&gt;(Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi.)&lt;br /&gt;Nun liebe kinder gebt fein acht&lt;br /&gt;ich bin die stimme aus dem kissen&lt;br /&gt;ich singe bis der tag erwacht&lt;br /&gt;ein heller schein am firmamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mein herz brennt&lt;br /&gt;(Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi.)&lt;br /&gt;Mein herz brennt&lt;br /&gt;(Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.&lt;br /&gt;(Mein herz Bernt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, pochemu ya s toboi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-7548491833201133789?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/7548491833201133789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=7548491833201133789' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/7548491833201133789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/7548491833201133789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/11/letra-pokazhi.html' title='LETRA &apos; POKAZHI &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-5995247219497573096</id><published>2009-11-03T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:40:00.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' POKAZHI (EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Lyubov EMN.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, ya Pochemu s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;Odno Zachem ty govorish Vremya VSE "Yo tozhe?&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Lyubov EMN.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, Pochemu, ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón se está quemando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Lyubov mne '&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, ya Pochemu s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Lyubov EMN.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, Pochemu, ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vienen a ti en el yate&lt;br /&gt;(Zoloto Molchanie)&lt;br /&gt;demonios, fantasmas feen negro&lt;br /&gt;(Monetkami Vypadet?)&lt;br /&gt;se arrastran fuera del sótano&lt;br /&gt;(Kto komu ostanets'ya)&lt;br /&gt;y ver bajo su ropa de cama&lt;br /&gt;(ya toboi s)&lt;br /&gt;Ahora sus ocho hijos el amor&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy la voz de la almohada&lt;br /&gt;Te he traído algo&lt;br /&gt;al parecer en un firmamento brillante&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Lyubov EMN.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, ya Pochemu s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Lyubov EMN.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, Pochemu, ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi sincero Bernt&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, Pochemu, ya s toboi&lt;br /&gt;ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vienen a ti en la noche&lt;br /&gt;(Vernaya, nevernaya)&lt;br /&gt;y robar sus lágrimas calientes&lt;br /&gt;(ya toboi s)&lt;br /&gt;que esperar hasta que la luna despierta&lt;br /&gt;(ya toboi s)&lt;br /&gt;y presione en mis venas frías&lt;br /&gt;(Pochemu, Pochemu, ya toboi s).&lt;br /&gt;Ahora sus ocho hijos el amor&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy la voz de la almohada&lt;br /&gt;Yo canto hasta el día se despierta&lt;br /&gt;aparentemente en un firmamento brillante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Lyubov EMN.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, ya Pochemu s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Lyubov EMN.&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, Pochemu, ya s toboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón se está quemando&lt;br /&gt;(Pochemu, Pochemu, ya toboi s).&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón se está quemando&lt;br /&gt;(Pochemu, Pochemu, ya toboi s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi,&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Lyubov EMN.&lt;br /&gt;(Mi corazón Bernt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokazhi Pokazhi, Pokazhi, Pokazhi.&lt;br /&gt;Pochemu, ya Pochemu s toboi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-5995247219497573096?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/5995247219497573096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=5995247219497573096' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/5995247219497573096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/5995247219497573096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/11/letra-pokazhi-en-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; POKAZHI (EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-487020196424418813</id><published>2009-10-22T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T04:26:00.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' PRINCESS-NZH '</title><content type='html'>Tu es celle qui me donne des ailes&lt;br /&gt;Si belle au naturel&lt;br /&gt;Aussi pure que les couleurs d'un arc-en-ciel&lt;br /&gt;Oh ma douce, Oh ma belle&lt;br /&gt;Du fond du coeur c'est un appel&lt;br /&gt;Du love en décibel&lt;br /&gt;Tous les jours ton visage, ta voix, ton regard m'ensorcellent&lt;br /&gt;Crois-moi je suis formel&lt;br /&gt;Je me battrais pour toi ma belle&lt;br /&gt;Pour allumer la flamme, je serais ton étincelle&lt;br /&gt;J'irais au bout du tunnel&lt;br /&gt;Bien loin du superficiel&lt;br /&gt;Honnête sincère et vraie tu es mon essentiel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain }&lt;br /&gt;J'ai trop de respect pour toi, pour te faire de la peine, oh princess&lt;br /&gt;Je serais toujours là pour toi, te garder près de moi&lt;br /&gt;Mon coeur s'envole, my love&lt;br /&gt;J'ai trop de respect pour toi pour te faire de la peine, oh princess&lt;br /&gt;Je serais toujours là pour toi, te garder près de moi&lt;br /&gt;J'aimerais tant que le temps d'une seconde tu aies confiance en moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partout où je me trouve tu es présente dans mon esprit&lt;br /&gt;Et toutes les choses que j'approuve ne sont que pour toi, my baby&lt;br /&gt;La plus belle de toutes ces fleurs, celle qui enivre ma vie&lt;br /&gt;Qui remplit ma tête de mille couleurs même quand le ciel est gris&lt;br /&gt;Oh my baby, je t'aime c'est ma plume qui l'écrit&lt;br /&gt;Oh my baby, je t'aime et c'est mon coeur qui te le dit&lt;br /&gt;Oh my baby, oh my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'inventerais des mots, même sil le faut&lt;br /&gt;Car ceux de mon cerveau ne sont plus à la hauteur&lt;br /&gt;Voici my baby, les dictons de la langue de mon coeur&lt;br /&gt;Tu es mon moteur, mon inspiration, oh mon coeur !&lt;br /&gt;Tu es l'air de mes poumons, vivre sans toi c'est l'oppression&lt;br /&gt;My baby, crois moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My princess, suis-moi je ne veux pas que tu t'en ailles&lt;br /&gt;Je ne pourrais te dire bye bye&lt;br /&gt;My princess, suis moi je ne veux pas que tu t'en ailles&lt;br /&gt;Mes erreurs je les brûle sur la paille&lt;br /&gt;My princess, suis-moi je ne veux pas que tu t'en ailles&lt;br /&gt;Je ne pourrais te dire bye bye&lt;br /&gt;My princess, suis-moi je ne veux pas que tu t'en ailles&lt;br /&gt;Viens baby, on fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-487020196424418813?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/487020196424418813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=487020196424418813' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/487020196424418813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/487020196424418813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/10/letra-princess-nzh.html' title='LETRA &apos; PRINCESS-NZH &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-3030889975235048958</id><published>2009-10-18T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T04:02:01.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' PUSSY '</title><content type='html'>Too big, too small&lt;br /&gt;Size does matter after all&lt;br /&gt;Zu groß, zu klein&lt;br /&gt;Er könnte etwas größer sein&lt;br /&gt;Mercedes Benz und Autobahn&lt;br /&gt;Alleine in das Ausland fahren&lt;br /&gt;Reise, Reise, Fahrvergnügen&lt;br /&gt;Ich will nur Spaß, mich nicht verlieben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a pussy&lt;br /&gt;I have a dick&lt;br /&gt;So what's the problem&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it quick&lt;br /&gt;So take me now before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short so I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;Take me now, oh don't you see&lt;br /&gt;I can't get laid in Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too short, too tall&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter, one size fits all&lt;br /&gt;Zu groß, zu klein&lt;br /&gt;Der Schlagbaum sollte oben sein&lt;br /&gt;Schönes Fräulein, lust auf mehr&lt;br /&gt;Blitzkrieg mit dem Fleischgewehr&lt;br /&gt;Schnaps im Kopf, holde Braut&lt;br /&gt;Steck Bratwurst in dein Sauerkraut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Be my little bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a pussy&lt;br /&gt;I have a dick&lt;br /&gt;So what's the problem&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it quick&lt;br /&gt;So take me now before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short so I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;Take me now, oh don't you see&lt;br /&gt;I can't get laid in Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany&lt;br /&gt;Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a pussy&lt;br /&gt;I have a dick&lt;br /&gt;So what's the problem&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it quick&lt;br /&gt;You've got a pussy&lt;br /&gt;I have a dick&lt;br /&gt;So what's the problem&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a pussy&lt;br /&gt;I have a dick&lt;br /&gt;So what's the problem&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it quick&lt;br /&gt;So take me now before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short so I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;Take me now, oh don't you see&lt;br /&gt;I can't get laid in Germany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-3030889975235048958?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/3030889975235048958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=3030889975235048958' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3030889975235048958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/3030889975235048958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/10/letra-pussy.html' title='LETRA &apos; PUSSY &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-8257584679593118904</id><published>2009-10-11T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T03:53:00.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' PUSSY (EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>Demasiado-grande,demasiado-pequeño&lt;br /&gt;El-tamaño-no-importa,despues-de-todo.&lt;br /&gt;Demasiado-grande-demasiado-pequeño.&lt;br /&gt;Podria-ser-algo-mas-grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercedes-Benz-y-de-la-autopista,&lt;br /&gt;solo-en-la-ruta-de-viaje-internacional,&lt;br /&gt;viajes,viajes,conduccion,&lt;br /&gt;solo-quiero-diversion,no-caer-en-el-amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo-un-poco&lt;br /&gt;solo-una-pequeña-perra¡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tienes-un-coño.&lt;br /&gt;yo-tengo-un-pito.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces-¿cual-es-el-problema?&lt;br /&gt;hagamoslo-rapidito.&lt;br /&gt;Asi-que-me-lleve-ahora-antes-de-que-sea-demasiado-tarde.&lt;br /&gt;La-vida-es-demasiado-corta,por-lo-que-no-puedo-esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Ves,oh-no-ves?&lt;br /&gt;No-puedo-tener-sexo-en-Alemania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demasiado-corto-demasiado-alto.&lt;br /&gt;No-importa,una-talla-para-todos.&lt;br /&gt;Demasiado-grande-demasiado-pequeño.&lt;br /&gt;La-barrera-debe-estar-en-la-cima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La-gente-quiere-chicas-con-hambre-de-mas?&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado-con-la-pistola-de-carne¡&lt;br /&gt;Brandy-en-la-cabeza-hermosa-novia.&lt;br /&gt;Conectar-a-su-chucrut-salchichas¡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo-un-poco&lt;br /&gt;Se-mi-perra¡&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-8257584679593118904?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/8257584679593118904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=8257584679593118904' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/8257584679593118904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/8257584679593118904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/10/letra-pussy-en-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; PUSSY (EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-4962668447064085029</id><published>2009-10-11T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T03:40:00.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' RAMMSTEIN '</title><content type='html'>Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;ein mensch brennt&lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;fleischgeruch liegt in der luft&lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;ein kind stirbt&lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;die sonne scheint&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;ein flammenmeer&lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;blut gerinnt auf dem asphalt&lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;m¨¹tter schreien&lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;die sonne scheint&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;ein massengrab&lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;kein entrinnen&lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;kein vogel singt mehr&lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;die sonne scheint&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(translation:&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein &lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;a human being (man) burns&lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;the smell of flesh in the air&lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;a child is dying&lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;the sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;a sea of flames &lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;blood is coagulating on the asphalt&lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;mothers are screaming&lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;the sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;a mass grave&lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;no escape&lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;no bird is singing any more&lt;br /&gt;rammstein&lt;br /&gt;and the sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;rammstein )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-4962668447064085029?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/4962668447064085029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=4962668447064085029' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4962668447064085029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4962668447064085029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/10/letra-rammstein.html' title='LETRA &apos; RAMMSTEIN &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-6220194872671091443</id><published>2009-10-11T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T03:37:00.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' RAMMSTEIN (EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un hombre arde&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;Olor a carne yace en el aire&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;Un niño fallece&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;El sol brilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;Una oleada de llamas&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;Sangre coagulada en el asfalto&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;Madres gritando&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;El sol brilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;Una fosa&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;Ningún escape&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;Ningún ave canta más&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;El sol brilla&lt;br /&gt;Rammstein.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-6220194872671091443?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/6220194872671091443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=6220194872671091443' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/6220194872671091443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/6220194872671091443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/10/letra-rammstein-en-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; RAMMSTEIN (EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-4645613298346267784</id><published>2009-10-03T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T05:49:00.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' REIN RAUS '</title><content type='html'>Ich bin der reiter&lt;br /&gt;du bist das ross&lt;br /&gt;ich steige auf&lt;br /&gt;wir reiten los&lt;br /&gt;du stöhnst ich sag dir vor&lt;br /&gt;ein elefant im nadelöhr&lt;br /&gt;Rein raus&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin der reiter&lt;br /&gt;du bist das ross&lt;br /&gt;ich hab den schlüssel&lt;br /&gt;du hast das schloß&lt;br /&gt;die tür geht auf ich trete ein&lt;br /&gt;das leben kann so prachtvoll sein&lt;br /&gt;Rein raus&lt;br /&gt;Tiefer tiefer&lt;br /&gt;sag es sag es laut&lt;br /&gt;tiefer tiefer&lt;br /&gt;ich fühl mich wohl in deiner haut &lt;br /&gt;und tausend elefanten brechen aus&lt;br /&gt;Der ritt war kurz&lt;br /&gt;es tut mir leid&lt;br /&gt;ich steige ab hab keine zeit&lt;br /&gt;muss jetzt zu den anderen pferden&lt;br /&gt;wollen auch geritten werden&lt;br /&gt;Rein raus&lt;br /&gt;Rein (tiefer)&lt;br /&gt;raus (tiefer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-4645613298346267784?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/4645613298346267784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=4645613298346267784' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4645613298346267784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4645613298346267784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/10/letra-rein-raus.html' title='LETRA &apos; REIN RAUS &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-7503961551805619269</id><published>2009-10-02T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T05:32:00.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' REIN RAUS ( EN ESPAÑOL) '</title><content type='html'>DENTRO FUERA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy el jinete&lt;br /&gt;tú eres el caballo&lt;br /&gt;me monto&lt;br /&gt;empezamos a cabalgar&lt;br /&gt;tú jadeas&lt;br /&gt;yo te susurro&lt;br /&gt;un elefante en el agujero de una aguja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro, fuera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy el jinete&lt;br /&gt;tú eres el caballo&lt;br /&gt;yo tengo la llave&lt;br /&gt;y tú el candado&lt;br /&gt;se abre la puerta&lt;br /&gt;yo entro&lt;br /&gt;la vida puede ser placentera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro, fuera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más profundo, más profundo&lt;br /&gt;dilo, dilo en alto&lt;br /&gt;más profundo, más profundo&lt;br /&gt;me siento cómodo en tu piel&lt;br /&gt;y mil elefantes fluyen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La corrida ha sido corta&lt;br /&gt;lo siento&lt;br /&gt;tengo que desmontar, no tengo tiempo&lt;br /&gt;tengo que ver a los demás caballos&lt;br /&gt;también quieren ser montados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro, fuera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-7503961551805619269?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/7503961551805619269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=7503961551805619269' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/7503961551805619269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/7503961551805619269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/10/letra-rein-raus-en-espanol.html' title='LETRA &apos; REIN RAUS ( EN ESPAÑOL) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-4781400826343551858</id><published>2009-10-02T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T05:18:00.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' REIN RAUS (EN PORTUGUÉS) '</title><content type='html'>Eu sou o cavaleiro&lt;br /&gt;você é a montaria&lt;br /&gt;eu monto&lt;br /&gt;nós corremos solto&lt;br /&gt;você bufa, eu te instigo&lt;br /&gt;um elefante no buraco de uma agulha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro, Fora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o cavaleiro&lt;br /&gt;você é a montaria&lt;br /&gt;eu tenho a chave&lt;br /&gt;você tem a fechadura&lt;br /&gt;a porta se abre, eu entro&lt;br /&gt;a vida pode ser tão explêndida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro, Fora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais fundo, mais fundo&lt;br /&gt;Diga! Diga alto!&lt;br /&gt;Mais fundo, mais fundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu me sinto bem em sua pele&lt;br /&gt;e mil elefantes saem em disparada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cavalgada foi curta&lt;br /&gt;sinto muito&lt;br /&gt;eu apeio, não tenho tempo a perder&lt;br /&gt;preciso ir para as outras montarias&lt;br /&gt;eles também querem ser montados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro, fora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-4781400826343551858?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/4781400826343551858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=4781400826343551858' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4781400826343551858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/4781400826343551858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/10/letra-rein-raus-en-portugues.html' title='LETRA &apos; REIN RAUS (EN PORTUGUÉS) &apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-6793896761136877880</id><published>2009-10-01T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:09:00.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' REISE, REISE '</title><content type='html'>Auf den wellen wird gefochten, &lt;br /&gt;wo fisch und fleisch zur see geflochten, &lt;br /&gt;der eine sticht die lanz' im meer, &lt;br /&gt;der andr'e wirft sie in das meer &lt;br /&gt;Ah, ahoi &lt;br /&gt;Reise, reise, &lt;br /&gt;seemann, reise, &lt;br /&gt;jeder tut's auf seine weise, &lt;br /&gt;der eine stößt den speer zum mann, &lt;br /&gt;der andere zum fische dann &lt;br /&gt;Reise, reise, &lt;br /&gt;seemann, reise, &lt;br /&gt;und die wellen weinen leise, &lt;br /&gt;in ihrem blute steckt ein speer, &lt;br /&gt;blutet leise in das meer &lt;br /&gt;Die lanze muss im fleisch ertrinken, &lt;br /&gt;fisch und mann zur tiefe sinken, &lt;br /&gt;wo die schwarze seele wohnt, &lt;br /&gt;ist kein licht am horizont &lt;br /&gt;Ah, ahoi &lt;br /&gt;Reise, reise, &lt;br /&gt;seemann, reise, &lt;br /&gt;jeder tut's auf seine weise, &lt;br /&gt;der eine stößt den speer zum mann, &lt;br /&gt;der andere zum fische dann &lt;br /&gt;Reise, reise, &lt;br /&gt;seemann, reise, &lt;br /&gt;und die wellen weinen leise, &lt;br /&gt;in ihrem blute steckt ein speer, &lt;br /&gt;blutet leise in das meer &lt;br /&gt;Reise, reise &lt;br /&gt;Reise, reise, &lt;br /&gt;seemann, reise, &lt;br /&gt;und die wellen weinen leise, &lt;br /&gt;in ihrem herzen steckt ein speer, &lt;br /&gt;bluten sich am ufer leer, &lt;br /&gt;bluten sich am ufer leer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-6793896761136877880?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/6793896761136877880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=6793896761136877880' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/6793896761136877880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/6793896761136877880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/2009/10/letra-reise-reise.html' title='LETRA &apos; 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A viagem de um marinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Todos fazem de seu próprio jeito&lt;br /&gt;A lança está apunhalada no homem&lt;br /&gt;e a outra no peixe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viagem, Viagem. A viagem de um marinheiro&lt;br /&gt;e a onda se quebra&lt;br /&gt;O sangue dela está na lança&lt;br /&gt;ela sangra calmamente entre o mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lança deve descansar na carne&lt;br /&gt;deve seguir fundo no homem e no peixe&lt;br /&gt;Aonde o mar negro vive,&lt;br /&gt;nenhuma luz está no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Ahoi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viagem, Viagem. A viagem de um marinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Todos fazem de seu próprio jeito&lt;br /&gt;A lança está apunhalada no homem&lt;br /&gt;e a outra no peixe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viagem, Viagem. A viagem de um marinheiro&lt;br /&gt;e a onda se quebra&lt;br /&gt;O sangue dela está na lança&lt;br /&gt;ela sangra calmamente entre o mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viagem, Viagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viagem, Viagem. A viagem de um marinheiro&lt;br /&gt;e a onda se quebra&lt;br /&gt;A lança está presa em seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Ela sangra na encosta vazia&lt;br /&gt;Ela sangra na encosta vazia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-7954250003106009957?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/7954250003106009957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=7954250003106009957' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/7954250003106009957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Sie will es und so ist es fein&lt;br /&gt;So war es und so wird es immer sein&lt;br /&gt;Sie will es und so ist es Brauch&lt;br /&gt;Was sie will bekommt sie auch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben&lt;br /&gt;wenn man klares Wasser will&lt;br /&gt;Rosenrot oh Rosenrot&lt;br /&gt;Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der Jüngling steigt den Berg mit Qual&lt;br /&gt;Die Aussicht ist ihm sehr egal&lt;br /&gt;Hat das Röslein nur im Sinn&lt;br /&gt;Bringt es seiner Liebsten hin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie will es und so ist es fein&lt;br /&gt;So war es und so wird es immer sein&lt;br /&gt;Sie will es und so ist es Brauch&lt;br /&gt;Was sie will bekommt sie auch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben&lt;br /&gt;wenn man klares Wasser will&lt;br /&gt;Rosenrot oh Rosenrot&lt;br /&gt;Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An seinen Stiefeln bricht ein Stein&lt;br /&gt;Will nicht mehr am Felsen sein&lt;br /&gt;Und ein Schrei tut jedem kund&lt;br /&gt;Beide fallen in den Grund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie will es und so ist es fein&lt;br /&gt;So war es und so wird es immer sein&lt;br /&gt;Sie will es und so ist es Brauch&lt;br /&gt;Was sie will bekommt sie auch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben&lt;br /&gt;wenn man klares Wasser will&lt;br /&gt;Rosenrot oh Rosenrot&lt;br /&gt;Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-3906963407744156047?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/3906963407744156047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=3906963407744156047' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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allí en alturas ligeras &lt;br /&gt;Ella / le habló / su / su novio &lt;br /&gt;si él / puede subirla / él / ellos él &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella / lo quiere y para que está bien &lt;br /&gt;Era fulano de tal siempre será &lt;br /&gt;Ella / lo quiere y para que es costumbre &lt;br /&gt;Eso que ella / él las necesidades la reciben / él / ellos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno debe excavar pozos profundos &lt;br /&gt;si uno quiere agua clara &lt;br /&gt;Ah rosado rosado &lt;br /&gt;Las aguas profundas no están calladas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El muchacho sube la montaña con dolor &lt;br /&gt;La perspectiva es él / él muy no importa &lt;br /&gt;El Röslein sólo tiene en el sentido &lt;br /&gt;Toma su / su novio &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella / lo quiere y para que está bien &lt;br /&gt;Era fulano de tal siempre será &lt;br /&gt;Ella / lo quiere y para que es costumbre &lt;br /&gt;Eso que ella / él las necesidades la reciben / él / ellos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno debe excavar pozos profundos &lt;br /&gt;si uno quiere agua clara &lt;br /&gt;Ah rosado rosado &lt;br /&gt;Las aguas profundas no están calladas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una piedra rompe a su / sus botas &lt;br /&gt;Ya no quiere estar a la piedra &lt;br /&gt;Y un grito hace cada kund &lt;br /&gt;Los dos la caída en la razón &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella / lo quiere y para que está bien &lt;br /&gt;Era fulano de tal siempre será &lt;br /&gt;Ella / lo quiere y para que es costumbre &lt;br /&gt;Eso que ella / él las necesidades la reciben / él / ellos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno debe excavar pozos profundos &lt;br /&gt;si uno quiere agua clara &lt;br /&gt;Ah rosado rosado &lt;br /&gt;Las aguas profundas no están calladas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-2981273269305286958?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-4690174772091086918</id><published>2009-09-18T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:29:57.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' ROSENROT (EN PORTUGUÉS) '</title><content type='html'>Rosa Vermelha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma garota viu uma pequena rosa&lt;br /&gt;Ela floresceu lá no cume brilhante&lt;br /&gt;Ela perguntou ao seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Se ele poderia trazê-la para ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela a quer e tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Assim foi e assim sempre será&lt;br /&gt;Ela a quer e esse é o hábito&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que ela quer ela consegue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poços profundos precisam ser cavados&lt;br /&gt;Se você quiser água limpa&lt;br /&gt;rosa vermelha, oh rosa vermelha&lt;br /&gt;Águas profundas não são calmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O menino sobe a montanha com sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Ele não liga para a vista&lt;br /&gt;Apenas a pequena rosa está em sua mente&lt;br /&gt;Ele a traz para seu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela a quer e tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Assim foi e assim sempre será&lt;br /&gt;Ela a quer e esse é o hábito&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que ela quer ela consegue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poços profundos precisam ser cavados&lt;br /&gt;Se você quiser água limpa&lt;br /&gt;rosa vermelha, oh rosa vermelha&lt;br /&gt;Águas profundas não são calmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em suas botas, uma pedra quebra&lt;br /&gt;Não quer mais estar no penhasco&lt;br /&gt;E um grito deixa que todos saibam&lt;br /&gt;Ambos estão caindo em direção ao chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela a quer e tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Assim foi e assim sempre será&lt;br /&gt;Ela a quer e esse é o hábito&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que ela quer ela consegue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poços profundos precisam ser cavados&lt;br /&gt;Se você quiser água limpa&lt;br /&gt;rosa vermelha, oh rosa vermelha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Águas profundas não são 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bajar&lt;br /&gt;Entonces vuelve a subir&lt;br /&gt;Y la multitud se empieza a entusiasmar&lt;br /&gt;quieren sus tripas&lt;br /&gt;Y gritan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salta&lt;br /&gt;Redímeme&lt;br /&gt;Salta&lt;br /&gt;No me decepciones&lt;br /&gt;Salta por mi&lt;br /&gt;Salta a la luz&lt;br /&gt;Salta&lt;br /&gt;Ahora el hombre comienza a llorar&lt;br /&gt;En secreto se mueve una nube&lt;br /&gt;Se pregunta qué he hecho&lt;br /&gt;Frente al sol se vuelve frío&lt;br /&gt;Solo quería ver el panorama&lt;br /&gt;La gente corre en desorden&lt;br /&gt;Y ven al cielo del atardecer&lt;br /&gt;Y gritan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gritan&lt;br /&gt;Salta&lt;br /&gt;Redímeme&lt;br /&gt;Salta&lt;br /&gt;No me decepciones&lt;br /&gt;Salta por mi&lt;br /&gt;Salta a la luz&lt;br /&gt;Salta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En secreto una nube se mueve&lt;br /&gt;Frente al sol se vuelve frío&lt;br /&gt;Pero miles de soles se queman solo por ti&lt;br /&gt;Me arrastro en secreto hacia el puente&lt;br /&gt;Lo aviento por detrás desde atrás&lt;br /&gt;Lo redimo por esta desgracia&lt;br /&gt;Y le grito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salta&lt;br /&gt;Redímete&lt;br /&gt;Salta&lt;br /&gt;No me decepciones&lt;br /&gt;Salta por mi&lt;br /&gt;Salta&lt;br /&gt;No me decepciones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-5593969699795929519?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/5593969699795929519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=5593969699795929519' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/5593969699795929519'/><link 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/&gt;Dort bei den Glocken schläft ein Stein&lt;br /&gt;und ich alleine kann ihn lesen&lt;br /&gt;und auf dem Zaun der rote Hahn&lt;br /&gt;ist seiner Zeit dein Herz gewesen&lt;br /&gt;Die Furcht auf diesen Zaun gespießt&lt;br /&gt;geh ich nun graben jede Nacht&lt;br /&gt;zu sehen was noch übrig ist&lt;br /&gt;von dem Gesicht das mir gelacht&lt;br /&gt;Dort bei den Glocken verbring ich die Nacht&lt;br /&gt;dort zwischen Schnecken ein einsames Tier&lt;br /&gt;tagsüber lauf ich der Nacht hinterher&lt;br /&gt;zum zweitenmal entkommst du mir&lt;br /&gt;Heirate mich&lt;br /&gt;Mit meinen Händen grab ich tief&lt;br /&gt;zu finden was ich so vermisst&lt;br /&gt;und als der Mond im schönsten Kleid&lt;br /&gt;hab deinen kalten Mund geküsst&lt;br /&gt;Ich nehm dich zärtlich in den Arm&lt;br /&gt;doch deine Haut reißt wie Papier&lt;br /&gt;und Teile fallen von dir ab&lt;br /&gt;zum zweitenmal entkommst du mir&lt;br /&gt;Heirate mich&lt;br /&gt;So nehm ich was noch übrig ist&lt;br /&gt;die Nacht 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/&gt;quien era su corazón en aquel tiempo&lt;br /&gt;el miedo skewered sobre esta cerca&lt;br /&gt;ahora voy a cavarme cada&lt;br /&gt;noche para ver que es dejado(abandonado)&lt;br /&gt;de la cara que rió para mí&lt;br /&gt;Allí por las campanas gasto(paso) la&lt;br /&gt;noche allí entre caracoles, un animal solo&lt;br /&gt;durante el día perseguí la&lt;br /&gt;noche usted me evita para el&lt;br /&gt;segunda vez Se casan conmigo&lt;br /&gt;con mis manos cavo profundamente&lt;br /&gt;para encontrar que omití tanto&lt;br /&gt;y como la luna estaba en su vestido más&lt;br /&gt;hermoso besé su boca fría&lt;br /&gt;le tomo tiernamente al&lt;br /&gt;brazo pero sus rasgones de la piel como el&lt;br /&gt;papel y partes caen(disminuyen) de&lt;br /&gt;usted usted me evita para el&lt;br /&gt;segunda vez Se casan conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Así tomo que se ha marchado&lt;br /&gt;la noche está caliente y somos desnudos&lt;br /&gt;malditamente el gallo saluda la&lt;br /&gt;mañana la que corté de su 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night&lt;br /&gt;to see what's left&lt;br /&gt;of the face that smiled for me&lt;br /&gt;There by the bells I spend the night&lt;br /&gt;there between snails, a lonely animal&lt;br /&gt;during the day I run after the night&lt;br /&gt;you escape me for the second time&lt;br /&gt;Marry me&lt;br /&gt;With my hands I dig deep&lt;br /&gt;to find what I missed so much&lt;br /&gt;and as the moon was in its most beautiful dress&lt;br /&gt;I kissed your cold mouth&lt;br /&gt;I take you tenderly by the arm&lt;br /&gt;but your skin rips like paper&lt;br /&gt;and parts are falling off of you&lt;br /&gt;you escape me for the second time&lt;br /&gt;Marry me&lt;br /&gt;So I take what's left&lt;br /&gt;the night is hot and we are naked&lt;br /&gt;cursedly the rooster greets the morning&lt;br /&gt;I hacked off his head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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&apos;'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-7425265427582905017</id><published>2009-09-18T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:24:32.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' SCHTIEL '</title><content type='html'>Shtil' - veter molchit&lt;br /&gt;Upal beloj chajkoj na dno&lt;br /&gt;Shtil' - nash korabl' zabyt&lt;br /&gt;Odin, v mire skovannom snom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mezhdu vseh vremen&lt;br /&gt;Bez imen i lic&lt;br /&gt;My uzhe ne zhdem,&lt;br /&gt;Chto prosnetsia briz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shtil' - shodim s uma&lt;br /&gt;Zhara pahnet chernoj smoloj&lt;br /&gt;Smert' odnogo lish' nuzhna&lt;br /&gt;I my, my vernemsia domoj!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ego krov' i plot'&lt;br /&gt;vnov' nasytit nas&lt;br /&gt;A za smert' emu&lt;br /&gt;Mozhet, Bog vozdast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chto nas zhdet, more hranit molchan'e&lt;br /&gt;Zhazhda zhit' sushit serdca do dna&lt;br /&gt;Tol'ko zhizn' zdes' nichego ne stoit&lt;br /&gt;Zhizn' drugih, no ne tvoia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Net, grom ne grianul s nebes&lt;br /&gt;Kogda pili krov' kak zver'e&lt;br /&gt;No nesterpimym stal blesk&lt;br /&gt;Kresta, chto my IUzhnym zovem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I v poslednij mig&lt;br /&gt;Podnialas' volna,&lt;br /&gt;I razdalsia krik:&lt;br /&gt;"Vperedi Zemlia!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-7425265427582905017?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/7425265427582905017/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-3579116542731499075</id><published>2009-09-18T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:24:07.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRA ' SCHTIEL (EN ESPAÑOL ) '</title><content type='html'>Calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calma - el viento está silencioso&lt;br /&gt;( calma ) ha caído como una blanca gaviota hacia el fondo&lt;br /&gt;calma - nuestro barco está olvidado.&lt;br /&gt;Solo, en el mundo anclado por un sueño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A través de todos los tiempos&lt;br /&gt;sin nombres ni caras.&lt;br /&gt;¡Nosotros no vamos a esperar nunca más&lt;br /&gt;a que se lebante la brisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calma - ¡si!&lt;br /&gt;nos volvemos locos&lt;br /&gt;el calor huele como la negra brea.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo uno de nosotros deve morir&lt;br /&gt;y nosotros, nosotros volveremos a casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su sangre y carne&lt;br /&gt;nos llenará otra vez&lt;br /&gt;y por su muerte&lt;br /&gt;quizá Dios los recompense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre lo que nos espera, el mar guarda silencio.&lt;br /&gt;La sed de vivir lleva a los corazones hasta sus fondos.&lt;br /&gt;Pero la vida no cuesta nada,&lt;br /&gt;la vida de otros, ¡pero no la tuya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, el trueno no estalló en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;cuando bebimos sangre cómo bestias,&lt;br /&gt;pero se vuelve insoportable el brillo&lt;br /&gt;de la crus qe nosotros llamamos del sur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y durante el último instante,&lt;br /&gt;una ola rosa,&lt;br /&gt;y un grito fue escuchado:&lt;br /&gt;"¡tierra ala vista!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-3579116542731499075?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-4862523161008022143</id><published>2008-10-14T17:33:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:33:38.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letra De Das Modell</title><content type='html'>Sie ist ein Modell und sie sieht gut aus &lt;br /&gt;ich nehm sie heut gerne mit zu mir nach Haus &lt;br /&gt;sie wirkt so kuhl an sie kommt niemand ran &lt;br /&gt;doch vor der Kamera da zeigt sie was sie kann &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie trinkt in Nachtclubs immer Sekt korrekt &lt;br /&gt;und hat hier schon alle Manner abgecheckt &lt;br /&gt;Im Scheinwerferlicht ihr junges Lacheln strahlt &lt;br /&gt;sie sieht gut aus und Schonheit wird bezahlt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie stellt sich zur Schau fur das Konsumprodukt &lt;br /&gt;und wird von millionen Augen angeguckt &lt;br /&gt;ihr neues Titelbild ist einfach fabelhaft &lt;br /&gt;ich muss sie 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Modell'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387494779273632355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-1993031198017914237</id><published>2008-10-14T17:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:33:24.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letra De Engel (English Version)</title><content type='html'>Live in virtue, no desire &lt;br /&gt;In the grave an angel's choir &lt;br /&gt;You look to heaven and wonder why &lt;br /&gt;No one can see them in the sky &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the clouds have gone to sleep &lt;br /&gt;Angels can be seen in heaven's keep &lt;br /&gt;Alone in fear they question why &lt;br /&gt;Goddamn not an angel when I die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels live, they never die &lt;br /&gt;Apart from us, behind the sky &lt;br /&gt;They're fading souls who've turned to ice &lt;br /&gt;So ashen white in paradise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the clouds have gone to sleep &lt;br /&gt;Angels can be seen in heaven's keep &lt;br /&gt;Alone in fear they question why &lt;br /&gt;Goddamn not an angel when I die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn not an angel when I die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to SablePheonix for these lyrics)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-1993031198017914237?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/1993031198017914237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=1993031198017914237' title='0 comentarios'/><link 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Halsband um &lt;br /&gt;dann geh ich auf die Knie &lt;br /&gt;und fang zu bellen an &lt;br /&gt;der Schmerz ist schon wie nie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mach den Kafig auf &lt;br /&gt;hol mich ins Sternenreich ja &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komm tuh mir langsam weh &lt;br /&gt;leg mir die Ketten an &lt;br /&gt;und zieh die Knoten fest &lt;br /&gt;damit ich lachen kann &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mach den Kafig auf &lt;br /&gt;hol mich ins Sternenreich ja &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dort wo die Sterne waren &lt;br /&gt;drehn sich Feuerrader &lt;br /&gt;wir feiern eine Leidenschaft &lt;br /&gt;der Schmerz ist schon wie du&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-7653578177602642208?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/7653578177602642208/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-7334156119845005833</id><published>2008-10-14T17:32:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:32:55.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letra De Kokain</title><content type='html'>Sind die Freunde mir gewogen &lt;br /&gt;die weisse Fee spannt ihren Bogen &lt;br /&gt;schiesst meiner Sorge ins Gesicht &lt;br /&gt;und auf den beiden Halften bricht &lt;br /&gt;der Vater aller Spiegel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er winkt mir und ich beug mich vor &lt;br /&gt;er flustert leise in mein Ohr &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du bist das schonste Kind von allen &lt;br /&gt;ich halt dich wie mein eigen Blut &lt;br /&gt;du bist das schonste Kind &lt;br /&gt;in mir ist auch das Bose gut &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Neugier meinen Traum verlangert &lt;br /&gt;die weisse Fee sie singt und lacht &lt;br /&gt;hat gewaltsam mich geschwangert &lt;br /&gt;und trachtig qualt mich durch die Nacht &lt;br /&gt;der Vater aller Spiegel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er winkt mir und ich beug mich vor &lt;br /&gt;er flustert leise in mein Ohr &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du bist das schonste Kind von allen &lt;br /&gt;ich halt dich wie mein eigen Blut &lt;br /&gt;du bist das schonste Kind &lt;br /&gt;in mir ist auch das Bose gut &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und wie ich mich der Wehen wehre &lt;br /&gt;auf dem Kinderbett noch gehurt &lt;br /&gt;seh ich dabei zu wie ich gebare &lt;br /&gt;und fress die eigne Nachgeburt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du bist das schonste Kind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-7334156119845005833?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/7334156119845005833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-2773294305885125184</id><published>2008-10-14T17:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:32:40.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letra De Schwarzes Glas</title><content type='html'>Ein kleiner Wunsch, ach wart ihr blind &lt;br /&gt;wir sind Opfer boser List &lt;br /&gt;schwarzes Glas ist uberall &lt;br /&gt;schuldig weil wir hasslich sind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schwarzes Glas mich blendet Licht &lt;br /&gt;ein kleiner Wunsch, ach wart ihr blind &lt;br /&gt;schwarzes Glas und wieder seh ich mein Gesicht &lt;br /&gt;was kann ich dafur, da? wir hasslich sind? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vor der Mitte tiefer Fall &lt;br /&gt;und unter Masken kluftet zart &lt;br /&gt;schwarzes Glas ist uberall &lt;br /&gt;vergessen ist wie schon ihr wart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schwarzes Glas mich blendet Licht &lt;br /&gt;ein kleiner Wunsch, ach wart ihr blind &lt;br /&gt;schwarzes Glas und wieder seh ich mein Gesicht &lt;br /&gt;was kann ich dafur, da? wir hasslich sind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-2773294305885125184?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/2773294305885125184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=2773294305885125184' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/2773294305885125184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/2773294305885125184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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&lt;br /&gt;Has nothing on this &lt;br /&gt;You're breathing in fumes &lt;br /&gt;I taste when we kiss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand &lt;br /&gt;Come back to the land &lt;br /&gt;Where everything's ours &lt;br /&gt;For a few hours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you &lt;br /&gt;Stripped &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you &lt;br /&gt;Make decisions &lt;br /&gt;Without your television &lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you speaking &lt;br /&gt;Just for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you &lt;br /&gt;Stripped &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you &lt;br /&gt;Make decisions &lt;br /&gt;Without your television &lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you speaking &lt;br /&gt;Just for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you &lt;br /&gt;Stripped&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-8759702541532882241?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498270893238586598.post-2114860806653065649</id><published>2008-10-14T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:32:13.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letra De Wilder Wein</title><content type='html'>Wilder Wein - vor deinem Schloss &lt;br /&gt;Wilder Wein - ich bin bereit &lt;br /&gt;man meldet Ankunft - nur fur den Konig &lt;br /&gt;Gott steh mir bei - und offne deine Tore &lt;br /&gt;Wilder Wein - und ganz langsam &lt;br /&gt;Wilder Wein - so warm und feucht &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilder Wein - vor deinem Schoss &lt;br /&gt;Wilder Wein - es steht geschrieben &lt;br /&gt;tief im Wasser - kreuzt man nicht &lt;br /&gt;doch meine Lust - verlacht die Flugel &lt;br /&gt;Wilder Wein - wie eine Taube &lt;br /&gt;Wilder Wein - so nass und heiss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilder Wein - vor diesem Dunkel &lt;br /&gt;Wilder Wein - von Licht geheilt &lt;br /&gt;es bleibt verborgen - sonst konnten wir uns wehren &lt;br /&gt;ich warte auf dich - am Ende der Nacht &lt;br /&gt;Wilder Wein - nur eine Traube &lt;br /&gt;Wilder Wein - und bitter wie Schnee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich warte auf dich - am Ende der Nacht&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-2114860806653065649?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/2114860806653065649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498270893238586598&amp;postID=2114860806653065649' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498270893238586598/posts/default/2114860806653065649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Rachegedanken von Demut gepeitscht &lt;br /&gt;Du siehst und horst nichts mehr &lt;br /&gt;Deine kranken Gefuhle &lt;br /&gt;geben ihm keine Chance &lt;br /&gt;Deine Wut will nicht sterben &lt;br /&gt;nur dafur lebst Du noch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du kannst, Du willst und wirst nie vergeben &lt;br /&gt;und Du verteufelst sein ganzes Leben &lt;br /&gt;treibst in den Wahnsinn von &lt;br /&gt;masslosem Zorn, Vernichtung und Rache, &lt;br /&gt;Du bist zum Hassen gebor'n &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meine Wut will nicht sterben &lt;br /&gt;Meine Wut will nicht sterben &lt;br /&gt;Meine Wut stirbt nie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deinen Hass rammst Du wie einen Stein &lt;br /&gt;in ihn hinein Rammstein - &lt;br /&gt;hast ihn verfolgt, gejagt und verflucht &lt;br /&gt;und er hat kriechend das Weite gesucht &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du kannst, Du willst und wirst nie vergeben &lt;br /&gt;und Du verteufelst sein ganzes Leben &lt;br /&gt;treibst in den Wahnsinn von &lt;br /&gt;masslosem Zorn, Vernichtung und Rache, &lt;br /&gt;Du bist zum Hassen gebor'n &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meine Wut will nicht sterben &lt;br /&gt;Meine Wut will nicht sterben &lt;br /&gt;Meine Wut stirbt nie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du kannst, Du willst und wirst nie vergeben &lt;br /&gt;und Du verteufelst sein ganzes Leben &lt;br /&gt;treibst in den Wahnsinn von &lt;br /&gt;masslosem Zorn, Vernichtung und Rache, &lt;br /&gt;Du bist zum Hassen gebor'n &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meine Wut will nicht sterben &lt;br /&gt;Meine Wut will nicht sterben &lt;br /&gt;meine Wut stirbt nie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3498270893238586598-111507375256866249?l=rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosenrot-rammstein.blogspot.com/feeds/111507375256866249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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