Werner Pe The hits
Consciously, it's been lying in wait for a long time.
Sometimes it's good to bathe in self-pity,
sometimes I'm drawn into a maelstrom of sadness.
And then it doesn't come let's look at the good reason,
there was only a dead dog on the highway.
I rely on your consolation stones,
when my courage is at half mast.
All yours Consolation stones are my uplift,
When my courage is at half-mast.
Today my self-confidence is hanging by a thread,
I only have thin ice beneath me.
I have my heavy one Heart too loaded,
too much fiber, I don't know what I'm doing.
But sometimes it's good to bathe in melancholy,
sometimes I'm flooded by your flood of tears.
And then the good reason no longer matters,
there was just a homeless person in the subway.
I rely on your paving stones of consolation,
when my courage hangs at half-mast .
All your consolation stones are my uplift,
when my courage hangs at half-mast.
I build on your consolation cobblestones,
when fear is like a weed in me.
/>I rely on your paving stones of consolation,
because you always let tears escape when you are in need.
I stand, in dikes you give me tears
and I have yours Patience has often been borrowed.
Please don't say now that we're even,
Let me draw on your consolation account just this once.
I need your consolation stones,
when my courage gives up Hangs at half-mast.
All your cobblestones of consolation are my uplift,
when my courage hangs at half-mast.
I build on your cobblestones of consolation,
when fear is like a weed in me is.
I rely on your paving stones of consolation,
because you always let tears come out in need of tears.
Let tears come out in need of tears.