Interpret:

Falco

Album:

Falco 3

Hey Joe, you got it 
Right, blow horn 


You must leave now 
Take what you need, we think will last 
But what ever you wish to keep, you, you better grab it fast 
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, and that's no fun 
Crying like a fire in the sun 
So, so look out, babe, the saints are comin' through 
Oba, was vorbei is, is vorbei, Baby Blue 


The highway is for gamblers, you better use your sins 
Take what ever you gathered, take what ever you gathered from coincidence 
The empty-handed painter from your streets 
is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets 
And babe, the sky too, is folding over you 
Oba trotzdem, was vorbei is, is vorbei, Baby Blue 


Und vergiß nicht deine High-Heels, deine High-Heels 
deine heißen, roten Schuh', Baby Blue 
Leave your stepping stones behind, there's something that calls for you 
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you 
Your lover who's just walked out the door 
he has taken all his blankets from the floor, Jesus 
Look out, babe, the saints are coming through 
Oba, was vorbei is, is vorbei, Baby Blue 


Go, Strike another match, go girl,
get start something new,  start something new 
Oba, was vorbei is, is vorbei, Baby Blue. 
Still lovin', baby 
Und wenns'd mi hearst, dann waßt eh wen i man, OK 
There's a couple of drinks more, please