The Postman May Send Her Poem by Pierre Rausch

Of boys and girls or cries out
The way it looked too
I won‘t allow it
Four purple clouds
What is more important? What is more important?
Your ashtray career, your ashtray career
The Postman may send her
When he finds no one, he‘s satisfied
I'll tell you of a kid
Young and proud
Train: he lost his bag
You are definitely planned at the grill
Keep in touch with the use
From that day forward
A diametric drive, a diametric drive
Big (song) , big (me) , big (song) , big (me)
On a concert everything is possible
To force one's way through the crowd
Or stand there and listen carefully
They don't land in the evening
They are already there when they play
That's what stars are all about
They start and land
They land and start
And when they land and start
There's a gig between
I don't know what to tell you
Since I don‘t know it better
How could you do that to me
How could I do that to you
It never happened