Nina Hagen
Nina Hagen
Nina Hagen
Nina Hagen
Nina Hagen
Nina Hagen
Nina Hagen
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Nina Hagen
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They're writing songs of love - but not for me
A lucky star's above - but not for me
With love to lead the way
I've found more clouds of gray
Than any Russian play could guarantee
I was a fool to fall and get that way
Heigh-ho! Alas! And also, lack-a-day!
Although I can't dismiss the mem'ry of his kiss
I guess he's not for me