Marlene Dietrich - Blue Angel (2010) by Marlene Dietrich (보컬) on maniadb.com

All these beats and my rhymes attached
Form the new creation called the Marley Scratch
We're always steered in a positive course
His beats my rhymes combined make force
I say it's like a force cos the force is strong
And if you think we're weak I'd say you're wrong
All you other DJ's are a bunch of jerks
Marley give 'em an example how a DJ works

Verse 2

Since you just heard how a DJ sound
The name Marley Marl, I will break it down
The M is for Master of Scratch
And if the needle was to slip it's the needle he'll catch
The A is a letter that you set apart
I wouldn't call his beats music, I would call it Art
The R just stands for the way he Rock
Which is 24-oh-7 around the clock
The L is for Lyrics that I write
When put to his music sounds out of sight
The E is for Every beat he make
Which sucker DJ's persist to take
Don't play with the Y cos it isn't a game
You ax

Wie konnte mich ein Mann nur so berauschen?
Wie beging ich nur den Wahn,
meinen guten Peter einzutauschen,
der mir niemals was getan.
Weckte man ihn nachts aus seinem Bette
laut und roh per Telephon:
Peter, ich hab keine Zigaretten,
was sprach Peter: Bring sie schon.
Peter, Peter, komm zu mir zuruck
Peter, Peter, warst mein bestes Stuck
Peter, Peter, ich war so gemein
Spater, spater sieht man erst alles ein
Sprach man: Peter, ich hab dich betrogen,
sagte er: Wenn's dich nur freut.
Nie ist ein Gewitter aufgezogen,
er war zartlich jederzeit.
Und ganz ohne Grund ging ich zu anderen,
sagte Peter Adieu!
Geb ich mich nun jetzt an all die anderen,
tut mein Herz nach ihm so weh.
Peter, Peter ...

Googled English translation:
How could intoxicate me a man like that?
As I committed only the illusion
Peter my good exchange,
of what I never did.
It woke him from his bed at night
loud and crude by phone:
Peter, I'm no cigarettes,
what Peter said: Bring it already.
Peter, Peter, come back to me
Peter, Peter were, my best piece
Peter, Peter, I was so mean
Later, later you can see only one all
Spoke to Peter, I have deceived you,
He said: If it pleases you only.
Never had a storm is raised,
He was tender at any time.
And without reason I went to another,
Peter said good-bye!
I give myself now to all the others,
does my heart for him such pain.
Peter, Peter ...

Falling in love again
Never wanted to
What am I to do?
Can't help it

Love's always been my game
Play it how I may
I was made that way
Can't help it

Men cluster to me like moths around a flame
And if their wings burn, I know I'm not to blame

Falling in love again
Never wanted to
What am I to do?
Can't help it

Fallin' in love again
Never wanted to
What am I to do?
Can't help it

Love's always been my game
Play it how I may
I was made that way
Can't help it

Men cluster to me like moths around a flame
And if their wings burn, I know I'm not to blame

Fallin' in love again
Never wanted to
What am I to do?
Can't help it

Men cluster to me like moths around a flame
And if their wings burn, I know I'm not to blame

Fallin' in love again
Never wanted to
What am I to do?
Can't help it

I've been in love before, it's true
Been learning to adore just you
Some old woman taught me how to kiss
To smile like that, to sigh like this

I've been in love before, you'll see
Oh darling, what a bore I'd be
My past that makes you hate me
Makes you love me too
I've been in love before, never knew

And I've been in love before, it's true
Been learning to adore just you
Some old woman taught me how to kiss
To smile like that and sigh like this

I've been in love before, you'll see
Oh darling, what a bore I'd be
My past that makes you hate me
Makes you love me too
I've been in love before, haven't you?

See what the boys in the backroom will have,
And tell them I'm having the same.
Go see what the boys in the backroom will have,
And give them the poison they name.
And when I die, don't spend my money
On flowers and my picture in a frame.
Just see what the boys in the backroom will have,
And tell them I sighed,
And tell them I cried,
And tell them I died of the same.

And when I die, don't buy a casket
Of silver with the candles all aflame
Just see what the boys in the backroom will have,
And tell them I sighed,
And tell them I cried,
And tell them I died of the same.

And when I die, don't pay the preacher
For speaking of my glory and my fame
Just see what the boys in the backroom will have,
And tell them I sighed,
And tell them I cried,
And tell them I died of the same

All I do, is dine with'm
And split a pint of wine with'm
Respectable as can be…
Yet here's what they say to me…

You've got that look,
That look that leaves me weak
You with your eyes across the table technique

You've got that look,
That look between the lines
You with your let's get more than friendly designs

I should be brave and say, “Let's have no more of it”!
But oh what's the use when you know…I love it!

You'll only kill my will before I speak
So turn on that low left hook that look that leaves me weak

You've got that look,
That look that leaves me weak
You with your eyes across the table technique

You got that look,
That look between the lines
You with your let's get more than friendly designs

I should be brave and say, “Let's have no more of it”!
But oh what's the use when you know…I love it!

You'll only kill my will before I speak
So turn on that low left hook that look that leaves me weak!

Give me the man
who does a thing
does a thing to my heart
I love the man
who takes me
into his hands
and gets what he demands
And when we're alone
by moonlight
under a big palm tree
Oh give me the man
who does a thing
does a thing to me

Give me the man
who does a thing
does a thing to my heart
I love the man
who takes me
into his hands
and gets what he demands
And when we're alone
by moonlight
under a big palm tree
Oh give me the man
who does a thing
does a thing to me