Longing by Rammstein
Let me ride out on a tear
Past your chin to Africa
Once more to the she-lion's den
Where I was at home back then
Inbetween your tender long legs
Searching snow from just last year
Never does the snow appear
Let me ride out on a tear
In the clouds there is no bliss
A big bird gently slides his head
Back into a secret crevice
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