Aus / Off Fiel / Fell Rosa / Pink Wolke / Cloud
I don't feel like my job is to be beloved.
I don't like to take my clothes off.
Since I was 16, I've felt a black cloud hangs over me.
Comic-strip stuff isn't really my cup of tea, really.
I drilled holes in the floor of the club, and it's sinking.
It is so cold out there, my head nearly fell off.
Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.
By that sin fell the angels.
If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.
