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Can You English Please

Meine Mama hat gesagt,
sei lieb zu den Frauen,
erstmal in die Augen und nicht tiefer schauen.
Mach ihnen komplimente,
sag sie sehen gut aus,
der Rest kommt ganz alleine wenn du darauf vertraust.
 
Dann steht sie da ich mach ihr Komplimente doch sie lächelt bloss.
Sie stehen nur da.
Ich würd für dich die Sterne klauen du bist die schönste aller Frauen du bist das social in meinen Paradies
can you my Englisch Please?
 
Ich nehm allen Mut zusammen und sprech sie an, you make me fix and ready, lets have some Fun i goes it, my trasher. i swear you baby. you are the schönste Frau that i ever have See
 
Dann stehen wir da ich nehm sie bei der Hand doch sie lächelt bloss.
Wir stehen nur da.
Ich hab alles gesagt und will jetzt wissen was du trinkst, was du fühlst, willst du mit mir nach Paris. Can you my English Please?
 
Wenn du Mal denkst was soll ich nur tun, wenn mir die Worte fehlen dann gibt's ein Geschenk, dieses Gefühl das jeder kennt:
loooooveee loooveee loooveeee...
Can you my English please?
loveee.
 

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No John Trumbull

[BURR]
You ever see a painting by John Trumbull?

[ENSEMBLE]
John Trumbull

[BURR]
Founding fathers in a line, looking all humble

[ENSEMBLE]
All humble

[BURR]
Patiently waiting to sign a declaration, to start a nation
No sign of disagreement, not one grumble

[ENSEMBLE]
One grumble

[BURR]
The reality is messier and richer, kids
The reality is not a pretty picture, kids
Every cabinet meeting is a full on rumble
What you 'bout to see is no John Trumbull

[ENSEMBLE]
John Trumbull

[WASHINGTON]
Ladies and gentlemen, you coulda been anywhere in the world tonight
But you’re here with us in New York City
Are you ready for a cabinet meeting?

[COMPANY cheers.]

[WASHINGTON]
Gentlemen, Vice President John Adams sends his regards
He won't be joining us
He had to be home in Massachusetts for family reasons

[MADISON]
Tell him to stay home!

[HAMILTON]
He can do the same amount from there!

[WASHINGTON]
Alright, alright, settle down!
Now...

Goldenes Licht

Goldenes Licht schickt der Mond zu Dir,
weine nicht sei still und brav
Wir sind bei Dir, passen auf Dich auf,
mach die Augen zu und schlaf.
Und ein schöner Traum wird nun wahr,
Du kannst ihn sehen musst nur die Augen schließen.
So kommst du ins Traumland und es scheint der Mond, wenn alles schläft wirst
Du sehen das für Dich dort viele Wunder wohnen.
Schlaf ruhig ein kannst ganz sicher sein, wir halten Deine kleine Hand und beschützen
Dich heute Nacht und morgen Früh weckt dich das Licht der Sonne
 

Troubleman

She was young once,
Girl of the bohemian kind.
In the cold, bright dawn,
We watched her grow.

Wisdom began,
Season when the river was high.
On the gray stone long,
I walked alone.

Me and my heart,
Following the shadow she made.
Like a dull sky day,
I chased the sun.

Back at the start,
I was still in love with the way.
It's a long way,
From what's become.

She's got it bad for me,
She's got it bad for me,
The only game she played,
Now, turn the other way.

She's got it bad for me,
She's got it bad for me,
The only game she played, she played.

Newly grown up,
Folded up the color he wore.
See the all new girl,
Rehearsed and well.

Filling my cup,
Playing at the edge of the shore.
See the way she moves,
I broke the spell.

She's got it bad for me,
She's got it bad for me,
The only game she played,
Now, turn the other way.

She's got it bad for me,
She's got it bad for me,
The only game she played, she played.

Oh, no.
Try to fix it for you, break it then it's gone.
Oh, no.
I go home, I go home.

She's got it bad for me,
She's got it bad for me,
The only game she played,
Now, turn the other way.

She's got it bad for me,
She's got it bad for me,
The only game she played, she played.

Troubleman,
You wished it all away.
Gun in hand,
You found a path today.
And I know, nothing about.

Troubleman,
Your faith was long ago.
Foreign land,
The sea was made of stone.
And I know, nothing about.

He's gotten bad for me,
He's gotten bad for me,
The only game he played,
Now, turn the other way.

He's gotten bad for me,
He's gotten bad for me,
The only game he played, he played.

Troubleman,
We used to shake the dead.
Ship unmanned,
The rain was just ahead.
And I know, nothing about.

What troubleman,
Is just the empty name.

Oh, no.
Try to fix it for you, break it then it's gone.
Oh, no.
You go home, we go home.

Beauty

And a poet said, 'Speak to us of Beauty.'
 
Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?
 
The aggrieved and the injured say, 'Beauty is kind and gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us.'
And the passionate say, 'Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us.'
 
The tired and the weary say, 'Beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow.'
But the restless say, 'We have heard her shouting among the mountains,
And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions.'
 
At night the watchmen of the city say, 'Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.'
And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say,
'We have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset.'
 
In winter say the snow-bound, 'She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills.'
And in the summer heat the reapers say,
'We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves,
and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.'
All these things have you said of beauty,
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.
 
It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.
 
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.