Euronoise / Bag Full of Stories

Heideroosjes

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In ieder land, in elke stad, de scene die groeit actief Als je ziek bent van de disco, dan is hier ’t alternatief Hard, wij gaan hard, dit komt rechtstreeks uit het hart Het vuurt dat brandt, de motor draait, ja de race die is gestart Hier geht’s um Ideale, um leidenschaft und Wut Was wir fühlen ist grenzenlos aber Ami-punk ist auch ganz gut Se sei stanco di barriere, puoi contare su di noi Se vuoi vivere una scena, per convincerti che puoi Euronoise is all we wanna play Spread it out from Spain to Greece up to the UK! Euronoise is all we wanna play Save the bullshit for tomorrow, unite tonight, we say Ik brul, ik roep, ik schreeuw, de longen uit m’n lijf Ik spring, ik dans, ik feest, ga als een kogel richting schijf C’est le même message, message d’humanité Sans chichis sans filet, sans domages ni intérêsts Wir brauchen keine Grenzen, komm, reiss die Mauern ein Wir brauchen deinen Mittelfinger, es geht nicht allein! En el Este, en el Oeste, Al Norte y al Sur Toda Europa está cantando, sólo faltas tú Euronoise is all we wanna play Spread it out from Spain to Greece up to the UK! Euronoise is all we wanna play Save the bullshit for tomorrow, unite tonight, we say Euronoise is all we wanna play Spread it out from Spain to Greece up to the UK! Euronoise is all we wanna play Save the bullshit for tomorrow, unite tonight, we say Euronoise is all we wanna play We speak a different language but our spirit is the same Euronoise is all we wanna play Spread it out from Spain to Greece up to the UK! A bag full of stories It’s all I have got But I’m not unhappy oh no I’m not I live out of a suitcase but I like it a lot A bag full of stories, it’s all I have got A bag full of stories It’s all I can give I travel to sing ‘cause that’s how I live Maybe we’ll make it, maybe we won’t But as long as I play, I don’t care if we don’t A bag full of stories Tales of my life Imprisoned in music, my way to survive You may take my money, yes, take it all But you can’t get my spirit, my music and soul She gave me back the key to my front door Another girl said goodbye, not the last one, for sure I never bought her presents, I know that’s bad A fun-on-the-road-report was all she could get From Sydney to Rome My mind’s all alone I’m waiting, I’m waiting From LA to Cologne My mind’s all alone I’m waiting, I’m waiting To catch the bus home A bag full of stories It’s all I have got But I’m not unhappy, oh no I’m not I live out of a suitcase but I like it a lot A bag full of stories, it’s all I have got My social life sucks and I am to blame I’m married to music, some say that’s a shame But it takes me to places no tourist will find And even if I don’t earn a dime, I’ll forever remind From Sydney to Rome My mind’s all alone I’m waiting, I’m waiting From LA to Cologne My mind’s all alone I’m waiting, I’m waiting To catch the bus home