Mae hiraeth yn y mor a'r mynydd maith Mae hireath mewn distawrwydd ac mewn can Mewn murmur dyfroedd ar dragywydd daith Yn oriau'r machlud ac yn fflamau
A caterpillar crawled to me one day and said "Oh, what the hell goes on inside your swollen head? I don't believe that you can see as much as I Now close
gris, nostalgie Un amour d'hiver Le ciel a l'envers C'etait la folie, nostalgie Parfois sur la mer Quand la nuit est claire Son prenom revit Nostalgie, nostalgie, nostalgie
nostalgia Nostaligia Ay, ay, ay, nostaligia The sound of waves in a pool of water I'm drowing in my nostalgia Nostalgia My nostalgia My nostalgia My nostalgia
drowning in my nostalgia, nostalgia, nostalgia The sound of waves in a pool of water I'm drowning in my nostalgia, nostalgia My nostalgia, my nostalgia, my nostalgia
1. wer in die Fremde will wandern der muß mit der Liebsten geh'n; es jubeln und lassen die andern den Fremden alleine steh'n. 2. Was wisset ihr
1. Herz mein Herz warum so traurig und was soll das Ach und Weh? 's ist so schön im fremden Lande Herz mein Herz was fehlt dir mehr? Herz mein
1. O könnt' ich in mein Heimatland zurück ins Land Tirol ins Land wo meine Wiege stand da wär mir wieder wohl; ins Land wo meine Wiege
Don't choose me because I am faithful Don't choose me because I am kind If your heart settles on me, I'm for the taking Take me for longing or leave me
Irgendwo da drüben, ziemlich weit nach Osten schon fast in der Taiga, auf verlornem Posten hälst du die Stellung, mitten in der DDR, ... Im
Brennend heißer Wüstensand, fern so fern dem Heimatland, kein Gruß, kein Herz, kein Kuss, kein Scherz, alles liegt so weit so weit.
I see old spirits rise, in brown eyes a violet smile, a lack of control we failed to take the chance long ago, for a day like this, I would have given
Steam rises through immovable freezing air, Sun fell down to the horizon yet. Dark infinite forests captured by winter greyness, Dark lying down slowly
From the ashes he returns Through the seal of the dark He looks upon the enchanting moon His lips are dry And crave for human blood Through all centuries
I found a picture of you and me from 1989 when we shared the world together happy as teens could be Life's a whirlwind and time's a whore I pick our past
, Stained glass mirrors, dark and shattered. Simple eloquence and elements are offering to the altar of my alter ego's empathy in this prison of nostalgia
You want to live the old days repeat the past Want to follow in the footsteps of classic men They look so romantic in old pictures You think you're the
Wish you were here with me in my head and looking through Same window but seeing a different view Dr Winsley he told me I'm unbalanced but that's outrageous