Quatsch mit Soße English translation
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Quatsch mit Soße Lyrics Übersetzung
Children, come in
The food is on the table
Today there is something very special
Your favorite dish
A nice portion of nonsense with sauce
Elephants are thin
Children are old
Ice is hot
Fire is cold
Fish live on land
Grandmas are young
Hamburg is ugly
Rappers are dumb
Cars are slow
Snails are fast
The days are dark
The nights are bright
Trees are evil
Guns are nice
The earth is flat
I get up easily
That's all nonsense with sauce
It all goes wrong
That's all nonsense with sauce
It all goes wrong
At red you can go
At green you stop
Pizza tastes bad
I saw Jesus
The sun is blue
The clouds are yellow
Music doesn't matter
Money is the main thing
I always have a birthday
Presents don't matter to me
In winter I wear shorts
In summer a scarf
Fun is forbidden
Hitting is allowed
Now I'm very quiet
Now I'm very loud
That's all nonsense with sauce
It all goes wrong
That's all nonsense with sauce
It all goes wrong
Nonsense with sauce
A big portion
Always into the bowl
It has to be worth it
Nonsense with sauce
And a strange text
Always on the plate
The children like it
That's all nonsense with sauce
It all goes wrong
That's all nonsense with sauce
It all goes wrong
That's all nonsense with sauce
It all goes wrong
That's all nonsense with sauce
It all goes wrong
The food is on the table
Today there is something very special
Your favorite dish
A nice portion of nonsense with sauce
Elephants are thin
Children are old
Ice is hot
Fire is cold
Fish live on land
Grandmas are young
Hamburg is ugly
Rappers are dumb
Cars are slow
Snails are fast
The days are dark
The nights are bright
Trees are evil
Guns are nice
The earth is flat
I get up easily
That's all nonsense with sauce
It all goes wrong
That's all nonsense with sauce
It all goes wrong
At red you can go
At green you stop
Pizza tastes bad
I saw Jesus
The sun is blue
The clouds are yellow
Music doesn't matter
Money is the main thing
I always have a birthday
Presents don't matter to me
In winter I wear shorts
In summer a scarf
Fun is forbidden
Hitting is allowed
Now I'm very quiet
Now I'm very loud
That's all nonsense with sauce
It all goes wrong
That's all nonsense with sauce
It all goes wrong
Nonsense with sauce
A big portion
Always into the bowl
It has to be worth it
Nonsense with sauce
And a strange text
Always on the plate
The children like it
That's all nonsense with sauce
It all goes wrong
That's all nonsense with sauce
It all goes wrong
That's all nonsense with sauce
It all goes wrong
That's all nonsense with sauce
It all goes wrong
Writer(s): Florian Sump, Lukas Nimscheck, Markus Pauli Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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