She knows your footsteps,
Your special stride.
Every evening she is burning,
Though she forgot me long ago.
And if a mishap should befall me,
Who would stand by the lamppost,
With you, Lili Marleen,
With you, Lili Marleen?
Your special stride.
Every evening she is burning,
Though she forgot me long ago.
And if a mishap should befall me,
Who would stand by the lamppost,
With you, Lili Marleen,
With you, Lili Marleen?
EU NÃO QUERO ME ESCORAR NUM POSTE, ESCORIADA, COMO NA FOTOGRAFIA. EM CHAMAS, ALÉM DO QUÊ. E NA FUGA, ATÉ O COMPLETO DESAPARECIMENTO DE QUALQUER VESTÍGIO HUMANO.
SEGUNDO WENDERS, DEPOIS A GENTE SE ARREPENDE. E VOLTA.
