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Lyrics by Gunnar Kunz

Eine kleine Auswahl meiner englischen Liedertexte. Hier geht's zu den deutschen Liedertexten.

Footprints On The Moon

We have plastic surgery

and virtual reality.

We conquered earth, explored the sea.

We even got our pay-TV.

All our aims are high, so high!

Yes, we can almost touch the sky!

The future is a sweet, big peach,

the stars are nearly within reach.

(Chorus) We left our footprints on the moon,

silent remains, yeah.

We left our footprints on the moon,

triumphal stains, o yeah.

And restlessly we run and run

but never ever reach the sun.

We search for something under strain

but what it is we can’t explain.

We never stop, we don’t look back

until we get a heart-attack.

And when we feel a slight despair

we double our efforts, yeah!

(repeat Chorus)

And all our lonely victories they fill us up with pride.

All this struggle just to fill the emptiness inside.

All this struggle just to find a meaning to our lives.

All this strife though all we really want is love that thrives.

So why do we fight? Why do we cheat?

Why do we hurt? And why compete?

Why? Why?

(repeat Chorus)

The Chamber

She is a cool vamp, she is a mystic queen.

Attention flatters her; the whole world is her screen.

Ah! Angelface!

Men always circle her like planets ‘round the sun,

like moths around the light. They’re scorching one by one.

But underneath her make-up, her condescending eyes,

under her phoney smile she grieves and cries.

(Chorus) There’s a chamber lying in the darkness

with no hope, no warmth and no light.

O this chamber down in the darkness

is the room, the room where she hides.

The party’s at its height and she’s a lonely isle.

No-one sits by her side. She still wears her strained smile.

Ah! Angelface!

She keeps you off her heart; her true self is concealed.

She’s beautiful; she wears her beauty like a shield.

Whenever she’s afraid she runs off underground

into her prison cell where she cannot be found.

Ah! Angelface!

(repeat Chorus)

There’s a chamber lying in the darkness

in her soul, deep down inside.

O this chamber down in the darkness

is the room, the room where she cries.

(fade:) I once caught a glimpse through the darkness

and I saw a loveable child

covered, buried down in the darkness

hurt but breathing and still alive.

Bittersweet

Sharing rare, intimate moments

knowing they won’t last.

Or recalling precious memories

haunting from the past.

Watching birds in graceful motion

waking an urge to fly.

There are things so breathtaking perfect

that I can’t help but crying, crying.

(Chorus) Life is magic. Life is tragic.

Life’s a pleasure, a treasure - it’s bittersweet.

Life seduces. Life refuses.

Life is sadness, sheer madness - it’s bittersweet.

It’s a feeling of sweet torture,

tenderly and rough.

Though I know life’s a deceiver

I just can’t get enough.

There are things so breathtaking perfect

that I can’t help but crying, crying.

(repeat Chorus)

I fought my way through success and defeat

and the one constant feeling was - bittersweet.

I fought my way through success and defeat

and the one constant feeling was - bittersweet.

Bittersweet, bittersweet -

seems my whole life’s compressed into this one word.

Take a bite of Eden’s apple.

Guess you’ll find it tastes o so bittersweet!