Life just scares you day by day
And the nights form more of our pain
Life just gives you a smile somedays
And you keep on fighting day by day
Give me rain, oh Lord, rain
That's the way you help me through
To take the pain away from me
From my chest, oh Lord, give me rain
Give me strengths, oh Lord, please strengths
Don't take them away
Give me strengths, oh Lord, please strengths
Cause we need them so bad
Give me brains, oh Lord, please brains
Don't take them away
Give me brains, oh Lord, please brains
Cause I need them so bad
Give us rain, oh Lord, rain
For the roots to grow again
Take that pain away from us
Cause we need healing so bad
Give us rain, oh Lord, rain
For the roots to grow again
Take that pain away from us
Give us rain, oh Lord, rain
Give us rain, oh Lord, rain
Give us rain, oh Lord, rain
Good King Wenceslas looked out,
On the feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about,
Deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon that night,
Though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight,
Gathering winter fuel.
"Hither, page, and stand by me,
If though knowest it telling,
Yonder poor man, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence,
By Saint Agnes' fountain."
"Bring me flesh, and bring me wine,
Bring me pinelogs hither:
Thou and I shall see him dine,
When we bear him thither."
Page and monarch, forth they went,
Forth they went together;
Through the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather.
"Sire, the night is darker now,
And the wind grows stronger;
Fails my heart I know not how;
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page,
Tread thou in them boldly;
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."
In his master's steps he trod,
Where the snow lay dinted;
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
Wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now will bless the poor,
Shall yourselves find blessing.
Nobody tries to be a good neighbour
Nobody tries anymore
Where are those good things they promised
If you only fight their wars
Remember the days we needed everyone
Everybody needed you and me
If I needed salt I knew where to go for it
They knew where my door was, too
Who is that jerk next door anyway
He and his wife have warts
Slam the door, peering my telly
For alone I can play my darts
Remember the days...
Everybody wants to get without giving
Everybody wants more and more
Nobody tries to be a good neighbour
Nobody cares anymore
Remember the days...
Nobody tries, nobody tries, nobody tries anymore
Nobody tries to be a good neighbour
Nobody tries anymore
Nobody tries...
Ich weiß nicht, ob du es hören willst und ob es dich auch gibt
Ich weiß nicht, ob so ein Gott auch Zigeuner wie mich liebt
Ausgestoßen und geächtet, gehören wir nicht dazu
Doch ich seh' in deinen Augen: Ausgestoßen warst auch du
Gott, deine Kinder flehen dich an
Zeige die Gnade, die sie nie gekannt
Sie brauchen die Kraft, diese Welt zu versteh'n
Gott, deine Kinder, sie wollen dich seh'n
Gott, ich verlange gar nichts für mich
Doch ich kenne so viele, viel ärmer als ich
Hungrig, verachtet, gehaßt, schikaniert
Hast du vergessen: Wir hängen an dir
Ich weiß nicht, ob dein Segen für alle Menschen gilt
Doch erlaube mir die Frage, Gott sage:
Wer soll das, wer soll das ertragen?
Gott, deine Kinder, sie kennen nur Zorn
Und wünschen sich manchmal, sie wären nie gebor'n
Müde, verzweifelt, sie geben nicht auf
Hör auf die Kinder, sonst stößt du sie aus
Wir hoffen, wir beten, wir brauchen dich hier
Hast du vergessen: Wir hängen an dir
Oh, I gonna see the grandmother
And I gonna see the grandfather
'Cause they like me, they really like me
That's right
'Cause she's gonna bake me an apple pie
And he's gonna give me a colour chalk
'Cause I like that, I really like that
Oh, oh, oh, they really like me
They really like me
Because I came oh, oh, oh,
And I gonna plant them a field of flowers
And I gonna pick all the jumble fields
Because I like them, I really like them
I gonna catch the biggest fish
With grandfather, for the grandmother
'Cause I like her, I really like her
Oh, oh, oh, she gives me the try
For fishing with grandpa
Should give me the try
Baking with grandma
Fishing with grandpa oh, oh, oh
Ah, ah, ah, jumpy, jumpy tonight
Do, oh, oh...
Oh, I gonna sit by the fire tonight
And I'll sing a song of a bird
- I'm flyin' -
Oh, I like that, I really like that
I fall asleep in my grandmother's arms
Dreaming her hand there in my hairs
'Cause I like that, I really like that
Oh, oh, oh, you should give me the try
For fishing...
Ah, ah, ah, jumpy, jumpy tonight
Oh, oh, oh...
Our family ..., went to distant lands
A-singing sweet with pipes and strings and an open heart
Just to wish their brothers a good life
Greensleeves was all our joy, Greensleeves was our delight
Greensleeves, our heart of gold, and who but our love, Greensleeves
In Dante's land, oh there they marbled strong
To see this Celtic blood's sincerity
I look, you smile, even a tiny gift
And turned their back low courteously
Greensleeves was all our joy, Greensleeves was our delight
Greensleeves, our heart of gold, and who but our love, Greensleeves
When come to the city of a waltz, they said
There they'll love you passionately
But in truth they were given no time
And even scares by the city of music, ...
Greensleeves was all our joy, Greensleeves was our delight
Greensleeves, our heart of gold, and who but our love, Greensleeves
So they danced their way, both scared and pained
To Schiller's sweet heaven and dearest walk
And at last they were watched with wondering love
And that lifted this family's silent heart
Greensleeves was all our joy, Greensleeves was our delight
Greensleeves, our heart of gold, and who but our love, Greensleeves
Guten Abend, gut' Nacht,
Guten Abend, gut' Nacht.
Mit Rosen bedacht,
Mit Näglein bestickt
Schlupf unter die Deck.
Morgen früh, wenn Gott will,
Wirst du wieder geweckt. (2x)
Guten Abend, gut' Nacht
Von Englein bewacht,
Die zeigen im Traum
Dir Christkindleins Dank.
Schlaf nun seelig und süß,
Schau im Traum 's Paradies. (2x)
Guten Abend, gut' Nacht
Mit Rosen bedacht,
Mit Näglein bestickt
Schlupf unter die Deck.
Morgen früh, wenn Gott will,
Wirst du wieder geweckt. (2x)