Herbert Arthur Wiglev Clamor Grönemeyer je německý zpěvák, hudebník a herec, velice oblíbený v Německu, Rakousku a Švýcarsku. Jeho páté album, 4630 Bochum z roku 1984, bylo největším německým hudebním bestsellerem všech dob. V roce 2002 dosáhl...

Píseň: Your Love´s Like Glue

Interpret:
Herbert Grönemeyer
Album:
Luxus (Englisch)
Love's not what I'd call it
whatever we're coming to: 
we're going round in circles
it's pointless now, to tell the truth
you're always (so) understanding
of everyone you think the best
since you say I'm nearly perfect
even my rage is meaningless 
now your friendliness drives me crazy
my nerves are on edge with you
sapping the strength from my spirit - you're just too good, too good to be true 


At first i was captivated
by your warmth and kindliness 
now i know you're just a coward
you won't face an argument 
always slipping through my fingers
never even take a side 
agree with all my opinions
even when you know they're lies 


Like some flabby punchbag
you absorb my every blow 
I kick you, beat you, bite you: you just shrug it off with one more "i know" 


Your love's like glue, you're driving me insane 
cotton-wool sweet talk, treacle clogging up my brain 
some kind of torture, how very sweet you are 
sugar in my fuel tank so I can't go too far 
you're just too pure for me to endure 


My jaws are clamped together
I'll grind my teeth to points for sure 
I know you want the best of me
but I'm not giving any more 
you dog my heels and track me
you're always on my tail 
like chinese water torture
good nature must prevail 


No point in trying any harder
I've seen right through your 'love'...
it only gives me goose-bumps 
to feel the touch of your soft kid gloves 


Your love's like glue, you're driving me insane 
cotton-wool sweet talk, treacle clogging up my brain 
some kind of torture, how very sweet you are 
sugar in my fuel tank so I can't go too far 
you're just too pure for me to endure 


No point now in coming from your corner
talking's useless as my mouth goes slack 
and you've coated me in honeyed
words of flattery
but this time i really mean it
I'm at my wits' end with your act... 


Your love's like glue, you're driving me insane 
cotton-wool sweet talk, treacle clogging up my brain 
some kind of torture, how very sweet you are 
sugar in my fuel tank so I can't go too far 
you're just too pure for me to endure