Junge Römer
Junge Römer, Junge
Der Lorbeerkranz, ein neuer Tanz
Schwingt Rhythmus in die Hüften der Stadt
Man sieht und kennt und sagt sich
Was diese Nacht zu sagen hat
Fragt nicht nach neuen alten Werten
Seht weißes Licht, seht nur Gefühl
Die Nacht gehört uns bis zum Morgen
Wir spielen jedes Spiel
Laß diese Reise niemals enden
Das Tun kommt aus dem Sein allein
Allein aus Dimensionen, die
Illusionen und Sensationen lohnen
Give me more, give me more
Give me more, give me more
Give me more, give me more
Junge Römer
Tanzen anders als die andern
Sie lieben ihre Schwestern lieber, lieber als den Rest der Welt
Frag' junge Römer, kennt ihr die Sonne noch
Sie kennt die Sorgen
Junge Römer, die Nacht ist jung wie ihr
Vergeßt das Morgen
Un ballo nuovo porta ritmo nei fiancho della cittá
Ci vendiamo, troviamo, chiediamo che cosa si fa
Ma non cercate die volori, e magari sensation
La notte e'nostra fin al mattino abbiamo illusion
No E'la fine del viaggino, ce' sempre un domani e
Ci sono dimensioni, con illusioni e sensazioni
Give me more, give me more
Give me more, give me more
Give me more, give me more
Young romans!
Junge
Junge Römer, kennt ihr die Sonne noch
Die Nacht ist jung wie ihr und doch
Im Land wo jeder Traum gelandet ist, man vergißt
Young romans, there is a night before each day
And that price is still to pay
Never stop this old erosion phantastic voyage
Give me more, give me more
Give me more, give me more
Give me more, give me more
Young Romans
Young Romans, Young
The laurel wreath, a new dance
Swings rhythm into the hips of the city
You see and know and say
What this night has to say
Don’t ask for new old values
See white light, see only feeling
The night belongs to us until morning
We play every game
Never let this journey end
Doing comes from being alone
Just from dimensions that
Illusions and sensations are worth it
Give me more, give me more
Give me more, give me more
Give me more, give me more
Young Romans
Dancing differently than the others
They love their sisters more than the rest of the world
Ask young Romans, do you still know the sun
She knows the worries
Young Romans, the night is as young as you
Forget about tomorrow
A new ball opens the door to the city
We sell them, we find them, we ask what happens
But don't look for the flies, and you'll have a sensation
At night we had an illusion at the end of the morning
No, it's the end of the trip, it's always a day and
They are dimensions, with illusions and sensations
Give me more, give me more
Give me more, give me more
Give me more, give me more
Young romances!
Boy
Young Romans, do you still know the sun
The night is as young as you and yet
In the country where every dream has landed, you forget
Young Romans, there is a night before each day
And that price is still to be paid
Never stop this old erosion fantastic voyage
Give me more, give me more
Give me more, give me more
Give me more, give me more
Escrita por: Falco / Robert Ponger