* Poto,
you are the prize of the German
While we were planning on the other side
The other lines were distorted
By we were planning on the other side
You can close your eyes
Forget what you have said, what you said
Loose your soul
They are guilty
Wake up, what is this?
We're trying to escape
I love your wife
Nothing is safe, nothing remains
No
bastards You can't take what you've given away
You are the prize of the German Face what's just written
You can close your
eyes Forget what you have said