I Drink My Coffee Alone - Karate

Leere Hand

Unser Kampf beginnt mit einem bösen Wort
Und dieser Kraftausdruck kling für mich wie ein lauter Akkord
Ich reiße mich zusammen, doch ich bleibe nicht mehr still
Ich greife an und werde schnell zu einem Leistenkrokodil

Spürst du meine leere Hand
Ich kämpfe hart, ich lauf' nicht fort
Ich drück' die Gegner an die Wand
Ich bin der King in diesem Ort

Ich weine nachts, ich bin allein
Mein Kopf steckt immer in dem Sand
Doch diesmal mach ich mich nicht klein
Sag, spürst du meine leere Hand

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Writer(s): Alex Gazin
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