Текст песни Rammstein - Liese

Liese (Lisa)

Meadow Sunday afternoon
Lisa without worries grazes geese,
Here Jacob rushes at full speed,
He holds a sickle in their hands.
Sickle he drives here and there,
Under the skirt and corset Lisa
He wants to try it, wants to force it,
And this guy she will start singing:

Dear Lisa, leave the geese,
I want to try your skin,
From the blood spit rust.
How can you not been kind to me.

Jacob Liza can lick,
And she's like the taste of a pear,
Raises the hairs on the skin,
They hurry to the wheat field.

Sheltered in golden waves
He planted a sickle Lisa,
Until the evening, squeezing her in his arms,
And in the face of a child singing:

Dear Lisa, leave the geese,
I want to try your skin,
From the blood spit rust.
How can you not been kind to me.

Dear Lisa, leave the geese,
I want to try your skin,
From the blood spit rust.
How can you not been kind to me.