Dancing,mad Amalia is dancing awful dances
Or maybe he has a man in there.
And they are singing...laalalalalalaa mental sick songs they are singing
Ancient schlagers whatever.
There she is rummaging cake cutters trousseaux rummages
And in the sheets there are beautifully embroided As.
And at times she cries
A major fallen in the war she is crying
Who didn't return from there somewhere.
In the coffee table,the same moldy bun wreath
Of which you can scratch the mold away.
The pain eases or you forget it when dancing
And fall asleep in one's memories.
Dancing,mad Amalia is dancing awful dances
Or maybe he has a man in there.
And they are singing...laalalalalalaa mental sick songs they are singing
Ancient schlagers whatever.
In the coffee table,the same moldy bun wreath
Of which you can scratch the mold away.
The pain eases or you forget it when dancing
And fall asleep in one's memories.
In the coffee table,the same moldy bun wreath
Of which you can scratch the mold away.
The pain eases or you forget it when dancing
And fall asleep in one's memories.