Texty:
Los Moles

Say what you want about Elvis Call him the king It's one thing to die for a people And another just to sing Say that the devil's a genius And be marked

It was a beautiful night, yeah the moon was climbing out of the mountains. And from the city in the ground came the sound of a million lights. We were

Překlad: Psi míru. Modlete se k Bohu.

I can hear the cries of the dead maybe it's your neighbor beating his dog in the basement. I can hear the cries of the dead, muffled by the ground but

Die Saar schickt Schnaps hoch in den Norden. Danke Dusenjager! Wo wir absturzen konnen wir noch nicht sehen... Wir haben Las Palmas mit dabei und manchmal