Udo Lindenberg
Udo Lindenberg & Freundeskreis
Udo Lindenberg
Udo Lindenberg & Freundeskreis
Udo Lindenberg
Udo Lindenberg
Udo Lindenberg
Udo Lindenberg
Udo Lindenberg
Udo Lindenberg
Du sagst: No future
Nur noch zwei Jahre
Dann werden wir alle krepieren
Du sagst, die Gifte wär'n das einzig Wahre
Damit willst du dich allmählich wegjonglieren
Du bist erst fünfzehn
Auf deiner Jacke steht 'no fun'
Wär' nichts zu ändern
Du fängst auch gar nicht erst mit irgendetwas an
Du sagst: Wie Hiroshima, die ganze Welt in Asche und Schutt
Und der Zug rast dem Abgrund entgegen
Und die Bremsen sind kaputt
You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away
You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away
You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away
You're runnin' and you're runnin' but you can't run away boy
You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away
You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away
You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away
You're runnin' and you're runnin' but you can't run away from yourself
Das schlimme ist, ich kann dich fast verstehen
Doch ich will diesen Weg nicht mit dir gehen
Du hast alle Waffen abgelegt und aufgegeben
Und irgendwie aufgehört zu leben
Wenn meine Hoffnung voll am Ende wär'
Dann gäb's für mich auch nichts zu singen mehr
Denn was sollen dann noch solche Lieder und Gedanken
Wenn das Raumschiff Erde gesteuert wird von ein paar Kranken
Von ein paar irren Kamikaze-Piloten
Ja sind wir den alle solche Vollidioten?
Vergeblich all' die Bücher der Dichter und Philosophen
Und es regier'n uns immer noch die Ganoven
You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away
You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away
You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away
You're runnin' and you're runnin' but you can't run away boy
You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away
You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away
You're runnin' and you're runnin' but you can't run away from yourself
Can't run away from yourself
Nein, ich will kein Dichter sein, der Blumen bringt
An das Grab der Vernunft, und da was Schlaues singt
Che Guevara und Luther King dürfen nicht umsonst gestorben sein
Sonst pack' ich mein Mikrofon für immer ein
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You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away
You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away
You're runnin' and you're runnin' but you can't run away boy
You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away
You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away
You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away
You're runnin' and you're runnin' but you can't run away boy
You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away
You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away
You're runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' away
You're runnin' and you're runnin' but you can't run away from yourself
Can't run away from yourself