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braucht! Horst ist ein Held, er ist der beste Freund der Welt, er ist Schreiner und Lackierer und der beste Tapezierer. Horst ist ein Held!. Horst ist
on your white sombrero Saddle your horse my dear And ride off into the sunset You'd better go For there is no Place for you here Like an old fashoned hero
: Hero and honoured great warrior who serves without treason; he guards both Islam and Christ in what he thinks in reason. Knight who, elected by God
my throne [Verse 1] Aiyyo when Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax The arm in that, you show me where the party's at Seminars and tracks, hors
IS SUNSET..... FAR AWAY IS THE BORDER....YOU CAN'T TURN BACK NOW.... YOU MUST GO ON WITH YOUR FAITHFUL HORSE..... FINDING A SHELTER FOR THIS GLOOMY NIGHT
small path lies ahead and closer is sunset, far away is the Border, you can't turn back now, you must go on with your faithful horse, finding a shelter
me it's the man with the deeper thoughts At night I can't sleep my brain keep movin' like a body on a horse I don't stand, don't stand, don't wife me
Stack stout logs for me in pile By the shore of the Rhine High and bright let a fire blaze For the noble hero With his sword he shall burn The horse by
attack i bring 'em down or make thier chances super low my, my pretty navel dimple cheek, her face i adore wanna be your super hero falling from a running horse
: Take you away for my magic ship. I have two hundred deisel horses thundering loud. Sea birds call your name and the mountain's on fire as the summer
no allowance for the other as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed. The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling but the master of the house is far away. The horses
You've buried all the images Of riders passing by The horses of the riders Have waited at the tide But years have passed, they know at last Their heroes
in the kitchen With the tombstone blues. Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief Saying, "Tell me great hero
in the streets With the tombstone blues Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief Saying, "Tell me great hero
