Nardasill
This city wears a black dress
It has a peace sign on it's forhead
Her teath are made of wood
Her mouth fills you with leaves
When she fights for you
She'll pull you out
but not for leaves
The city stops my breath
Nardasill
Two one Threre!
Nardasill!
Look, birds! There they go, lenin
She is goth but beutiful
I can stay, but I ment Raven
I can't keep the balance
Moskau, ofc none of you know. Again, ramstein song.