Junge Römer

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