Eiffel 65
Eiffel 65 - Too Much Of Heaven Dutch translation lyrics
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Too Much Of Heaven
Teveel Hemel, Kan je te gronde brengen De hemel kan zich altijd omdraaien. Teveel Hemel, Een leven en ziel verbonden aan DE hel. Hemel, de moordenaar maakt geen geluid Ze praten nog steeds over geld, Dat klopt en teveel Hemel. Komaan mijn vriend. Laat mij u vertellen waarover het gaat, Het wordt tegenwoordig geldafhankelijk genoemd, En de mensen blijven maar steeds kijken naar een geldbriefje, En niet om hen heen Geen liefde, geen vriendschap, niets anders, alleen een geldbriefje dat in hun zakken gaat, naar hun bankrekening, en dat is teveel hemel dat hen te gronde brengt. Laat me u vertellen waarover het gaat: Het is geldafhankelijkheid vandaag, En de mensen blijven maar steeds kijken naar een geldbriefje, En niets rondom hen. Geen liefde, geen vriendschap, niets anders, alleen een geldbriefje dat in hun zakken gaat, naar hun bankrekening, het antwoord waait door de wind het antwoord waait Laat mij u vertellen waarover het gaat. Teveel hemel kan je ten gronde brengen.
Too Much Of Heaven
Too much of heaven, Can bring you underground Heaven, can always turn around. Too much of heaven, A life and soul hell bound. Heaven, the killer makes no sound. Too much of heaven, Can bring you underground Heaven, can always turn around. Too much of heaven, A life and soul hell bound. Heaven, the killer makes no sound. They’re still talking about money, That’s right and too much of heaven. C’mon my friend. Let me tell you what it’s all about, It’s called money dependence today, And people just keep on going on Looking at the dollar bill, And nothing else around them. No love, no friendship, nothing else, Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket, Into their bank account, And that’s too much of heaven Bringing them underground. Let me tell you what it’s all about It’s called money dependence today, And people just keep on going on Looking at the dollar bill, And nothing else around them. No love, no friendship, nothing else, Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket, Into their bank account Too much of heaven, Can bring you underground Heaven, can always turn around. Too much of heaven, A life and soul hell bound. Heaven, the killer makes no sound. Too much of heaven, Can bring you underground Heaven, can always turn around. Too much of heaven, A life and soul hell bound. Heaven, the killer makes no sound. They’re still talking about money, That’s right and too much of heaven. C’mon my friend. Let me tell you what it’s all about, It’s called money dependence today, And people just keep on going on Looking at the dollar bill, And nothing else around them. No love, no friendship, nothing else, Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket, Into their bank account, And that’s too much of heaven Bringing them underground. Let me tell you what it’s all about It’s called money dependence today, And people just keep on going on Looking at the dollar bill, And nothing else around them. No love, no friendship, nothing else, Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket, Into their bank account Too much of heaven, Can bring you underground Heaven, can always turn around. Too much of heaven, A life and soul hell bound. Heaven, the killer makes no sound. Too much of heaven, Can bring you underground Heaven, can always turn around. Too much of heaven, A life and soul hell bound. Heaven, the killer makes no sound.
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Author: Gianfranco Randone, Massimo Gabutti, Maurizio Lobina
Composer: ?
Publisher: Warner Music Italia Srl
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- Country: Italy
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