Come on, then let's close the door and leave me alone. me nit zorè¶ck
One singe nightmare is another's happiness
Until we got to know each other you never understood me
For you Jov et Jrenze, I wollt wiggerjon
The other sick know no fear of tomorrow
For ne Fuffi and a world without trouble and sorrow
In the narrowness of the Wiesse Ling ¤de we are
Düvel' are dumb and angels' are bling
In the engk of the Wiesse Ling we are
Düvel' are dumb and angels ' sin bling
You still don't have a front and the door to my house
Ding Wöder sin hatt, snigge deep as a Metz
Even su jet can help, and it means who too
Our week stayed the same, it was never different
In the vicinity of the Wiesse Ling w จ¤de we are
DÃȼvel' are dumb and Angel' are bling
In the engk of the Wiesse Ling Ãจฃ¤we are
DÃจ¼bel' are dumb and angels' are bling