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Weiss (Come and Hell Remix) by Victor Ruiz 🇧🇷

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𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚖 2 𝙶-𝚃𝚘𝚠𝙽 #𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚡 #𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚡
Weiss (Come and Hell Remix) by Victor Ruiz 🇧🇷
𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚖 2 𝙶-𝚃𝚘𝚠𝙽
Witch Den by Sleepisformortals 🎵
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The Second Amendment by Lützenkirchen <3
𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚖 2 𝙶-𝚃𝚘𝚠𝙽
In a brook bright, there shot in happy urgent
The moody trout, over like an arrow
I stood on the gestade and looked in sweet rest
Of the Munger Fischlein Bade in clear brook too
Of the Munger Fischlein Bade in clear brook too
A fisherman with the rod probably stood on the bank
And saw it with cold blood, how the fish of the fish
As long as the water was bright, I thought, not bonus
So he doesn't catch the trout with his fishing rod
So he doesn't catch the trout with his fishing rod
But finally the thieves became too long for the thieves
He makes the brook haunted cloudy
And before I thought it, his rod shrugged
The fish little, the fish fidgets on it
And I looked at the cheat with lively blood
And I looked at the cheat with lively blood
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In einem Bächlein helle da schoß in froher Eil,
Die launische Forelle vorüber wie ein Pfeil.
Ich stand an dem Gestade und sah in süßer Ruh
Des muntern Fischleins Bade im klaren Bächlein zu.
Ein Fischer mit der Rute wohl an dem Ufer stand,
Und sah's mit kaltem Blute, wie sich das Fischlein wand.
So lang dem Wasser Helle, so dacht ich, nicht gebricht,
So fängt er die Forelle mit seiner Angel nicht.
Doch endlich ward dem Diebe die Zeit zu lang. Er macht
Das Bächlein tückisch trübe, und eh ich es gedacht,
So zuckte seine Rute, das Fischlein zappelt dran,
Und ich mit regem Blute sah die Betrogene an.
Die ihr am goldenen Quelle der sicheren Jugend weilt,
Denkt doch an die Forelle, seht ihr Gefahr, so eilt!
Meist fehlt ihr nur aus Mangel der Klugheit, Mädchen, seht
Verführer mit der Angel! Sonst blutet ihr zu spät!
Schubert: Die Forelle, Op. 32, D. 550 by Franz Schubert, Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau, Gerald Moore