It's getting worse. Germany's flagship rock band (for whatever reason) is rising steadily in the shallows of the most insipid pop poetry. The text of this concoction can be roughly summarized as follows: "While we do not fit together and do not have a bit in common, but because I do not want any other, I submit your needs in every respect under Not that you still love me even for NEN. devoteren full morons leaving! " Each couple therapist would the hands up over your head if this destructive self-sacrifice, but for the notorious men Volumend gutters under the buyers (which also have no idea of clever music, but the only way) is of course everything totaaaaal profound and suuuuperromantisch. Uncastrated men and women who are actually on equal rights, but must throw up after the first few rows. Super, and this cheese one must now again listen all spring because radio stations so strictly refuse to play good music.
