歌词
Oh, what's the point
Of singing all these songs you've heard before
Oh, what's the point
Of writing all these stories you might ignore
But I am scared to death to lose my voice and words
As long as I got stories still to tell
As long as I got songs left to sing as well
I keep going on and
Will never quit or disappear
Oh, I keep going on and
Will never quit or disappear
Oh, I keep going on and
Oh, it wouldn't be me
Like a lock without keys
Oh, it wouldn't be me
Like sailing without seas
Oh, it wouldn't be me
Like a cold without tea
Oh, it wouldn't be me
Like a garden without trees
Like autumn without raking leaves
Oh, what's the point
Of writing tales that stay untold forever
Oh, what's the point
Of still singing songs that no one will remember
But I am scared to death to lose my sense of hearing
As long as there are songs left unheard
As long as there is just a single word
Oh, I keep going on and
Will never quit or disappear
I keep going on and I will stop at nothing
Will never quit or flee or disappear
I keep going on and I will stop at nothing
Will never quit or flee or disappear
And I keep going on and I will stop at nothing
Will never quit or flee or disappear
Oh, it wouldn't be me
Like a lock without keys
Oh, it wouldn't be me
Like sailing without seas
Oh, it wouldn't be me
Like a cold without tea
Oh, it wouldn't be me
Like a garden without trees
Like autumn without raking leaves
Written by: René Ahlig
