Eure Lieblings Strophen aus Liedern

[Mare-Car]

Was mich viel mehr beunruhigt ,dass du Fotze mit V geschrieben hast! Shame on you!
Und mein Gott,was soll ich denn machen mein Herz schlägt nunmal rechts!
Für die Zukunft in meinen Posts einen tieferen Sinn oder politisch ambitionierte Aussagen suchen zu wollen ,ist nicht sehr sinnvoll!

Dann solltest du mal den Duden in die Hand nehmen. Votze schriebt man meines Wissen smit V, wurde auch im TV mit V geschrieben.

 

[Alen]

http://www.duden.de/ ! 8)

 

[Mare-Car]

Fot|ze, die; -, -n [1: 15. Jh., zu gleichbed. mhd. vut, wahrsch. verw. mit → faul in ...

Und was soll uns das jetzt sagen?

 

[Alen]

Fot|ze, die; -, -n [1: 15. Jh., zu gleichbed. mhd. vut, wahrsch. verw. mit → faul in ...

Und was soll uns das jetzt sagen?

Dass es das Wort - "Votze" gar nicht findet!

 

[Mare-Car]

Fotze in dem Zusammenhang auch nicht...

 

[Guest]

Kommt mal Back to Topic Jungs.......

 

[method]

SPREM TE SE SPREMTE CETTTNIIICCCCIIIIIIIII


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spaß



"..ja karam krem nikad drogirane krave..."

 

[LaLa]

Doooooobroooooooooo znaaaaaaaaaaaaj da uveeeeeeg tu sam jaaaaaaa. dobroooo znaaaaaaaaj da neeeeecuuuuuuu nikaaaaadaaaaaaaa daaaaaaa te ostavim da zabooooravim dobreo znaj da uveg tu sam ja. ZVEZDO naj...............

 

[Ivo2]

Melanie
Peace will come

There's a chance peace will come in your life please buy one

For sometimes when I am feeling as big as the land
With the velvet hill in the small of my back
And my hands are playing the sand

And my feet are swimming in all of the waters
All of the rivers are givers to the ocean
According to plan, according to man

 

[Ivo2]

Bob Dylan
A Hard Rain's A Gonna Fall

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.