In ieder land, in elke stad, de scene die groeit actief
Als je ziek bent van de disco, dan is hier ât alternatief
Hard, wij gaan hard, dit komt rechtstreeks uit het hart
Het vuurt dat brandt, de motor draait, ja de race die is gestart
(Archi)
Hier gehtâs um Ideale, um leidenschaft und Wut
Was wir fühlen ist grenzenlos aber Ami-punk ist auch ganz gut
(Olly)
Se sei stanco di barriere, puoi contare su di noi
Se vuoi vivere una scena, per convincerti che puoi
Euronoise is all we wanna play
Spread it out from Spain to Greece up to the UK!
Euronoise is all we wanna play
Save the bullshit for tomorrow, unite tonight, we say
Ik brul, ik roep, ik schreeuw, de longen uit mân lijf
Ik spring, ik dans, ik feest, ga als een kogel richting schijf
(Pierre)
Câest le même message, message dâhumanité
Sans chichis sans filet, sans domages ni intérêsts
(Ingo)
Wir brauchen keine Grenzen, komm, reiss die Mauern ein
Wir brauchen deinen Mittelfinger, es geht nicht allein!
(NWO)
En el Este, en el Oeste, Al Norte y al Sur
Toda Europa está cantando, sólo faltas tú
Euronoise is all we wanna play
Spread it out from Spain to Greece up to the UK!
Euronoise is all we wanna play
Save the bullshit for tomorrow, unite tonight, we say
Euronoise is all we wanna play
Spread it out from Spain to Greece up to the UK!
Euronoise is all we wanna play
Save the bullshit for tomorrow, unite tonight, we say
Euronoise is all we wanna play
We speak a different language but our spirit is the same
Euronoise is all we wanna play
Spread it out from Spain to Greece up to the UK!
A bag full of stories
A bag full of stories
Itâs all I have got
But Iâm not unhappy oh no Iâm not
I live out of a suitcase but I like it a lot
A bag full of stories, itâs all I have got
17. A bag full of stories (Bonus Track)
Itâs all I can give
I travel to sing âcause thatâs how I live
Maybe weâll make it, maybe we wonât
But as long as I play, I donât care if we donât
A bag full of stories
Tales of my life
Imprisoned in music, my way to survive
You may take my money, yes, take it all
But you canât get my spirit, my music and soul
She gave me back the key to my front door
Another girl said goodbye, not the last one, for sure
I never bought her presents, I know thatâs bad
A fun-on-the-road-report was all she could get
From Sydney to Rome
My mindâs all alone
Iâm waiting, Iâm waiting
From LA to Cologne
My mindâs all alone
Iâm waiting, Iâm waiting
To catch the bus home
A bag full of stories
Itâs all I have got
But Iâm not unhappy, oh no Iâm not
I live out of a suitcase but I like it a lot
A bag full of stories, itâs all I have got
My social life sucks and I am to blame
Iâm married to music, some say thatâs a shame
But it takes me to places no tourist will find
And even if I donât earn a dime, Iâll forever remind
From Sydney to Rome
My mindâs all alone
Iâm waiting, Iâm waiting
From LA to Cologne
My mindâs all alone
Iâm waiting, Iâm waiting
To catch the bus home