Poem For The Prinz (исполнитель: Easter)
I was fighting for my Country I shot a thousand men I did it for the War Reward He [bad word] me in The happy End He lives in a Castle Faraway He is the Son of the King His [bad word] is made of the Finest Gold Worth more than Your Mothers Wedding Ring Bloodstains for my Country Rewarded with the Naked Prince Armored with a [bad word] of Gold He [bad word] me ever since He does it for Our country I do it for Our Love We are doing it in the King Sized bed His father is framed on the wall above This is the [bad word] that I ride Like a Bugatti Veyron Ride it for hours every night [bad word] stains on the Royal Throne The [bad word] and the prinz and our poem The castle of unbroken dreams But youll never get to know them And youll never know how it feels When the prinz of this country is dead Ill be taking my life with a knife to join his [bad word] in heaven To never forget what its like He lives in a Castle Faraway He is the Son of the King His [bad word] is made of the Finest Gold Worth more than Your Mothers Wedding Ring