Wenn Liebe zu viel wird – und süß plötzlich klebt.
„Du klebst an mir“ mixt Drama mit Stil, Gefühl mit Abstand.
Ein Song für alle, die mal Luft holen wollen.

When love gets too much – and sweet turns sticky.
“Du klebst an mir” blends drama with cool, emotion with distance.
A track for anyone who just needs some space.

Du klebst an mir

Ich will dich ist ein Song über Sehnsucht, Freiheit und den Wunsch nach echtem Leben. Keine Pläne, keine Sicherheiten – nur das Gefühl, das zählt. Für alle, die lieber Sternschnuppen zählen als Schritte. Für alle, die wissen, dass Nähe mehr ist als Worte.


Ich will dich is a song about longing, freedom, and the desire for something real. No plans, no safety nets—just the feeling that matters. For those who count shooting stars instead of steps. For those who know that closeness is more than words.

Ich will dich

LYRICS

(Verse)
Shivers runnin' down my spine
Hearts cold in the summertime
When you told me it was over
Baby
You took me under

(Chorus)
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?
And if you're not about it
Don't even start it
Baby
Just leave me nowhere

(Verse)
You call me like you're used to
To tell me you're in the mood
When you told me it was over
Baby
You took me under

(Chorus)
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?
And if you're not about it
Don't even start it
Baby
Just leave me nowhere

(Bridge)
Leave me nowhere
Ooh-ooh
Mm
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?

(Chorus)
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?
And if you're not about it
Don't even start it
Baby
Just leave me nowhere
Leave me nowhere

Leave Me Nowhere

Manche Spiele kennt man – und spielt sie trotzdem mit.

„Tricks“ erzählt die Geschichte einer späten Erkenntnis: von Sehnsucht, Stolz und dem Moment, in dem man endlich aussteigt.

Klarer Text, lässiger Ton, starke Bilder.
Ein Song über alte Muster – und neue Klarheit.



Some games you know too well — and still fall for.

“Tricks” is a song about late realizations: longing, pride, and that one final moment when you walk away.

Direct words, cool tone, sharp imagery.
A story about old habits — and new clarity.

Tricks

O Soul of My Soul (A Mourning Hymn)

Ohhh... I lay on the moor...
Oooooh, so cold... so cold,
Yet still I breathe...
Hmmmm... I breathe and grieve...
Though thou art gone, I live.

Oooo... the wind, it moans thy name—
Ohhh, the heather weeps the same.
Thy grave is near,
Thy voice I hear...
Hmmmm... in every gust of flame.

I weep by thy stone—
Oooooo, I weep alone.
Ohhh, love of mine,
Thy touch was warm...
Now only frost is thine.

Ohhhhhh... soul from my soul,
Ooooohhh, come back, come whole.
Thy shadow clings—
It walks with me,
Across the hills, endlessly.

Hmmm... I sing, I sigh, I plead,
Oooo... rise, though Death may lead.
Break from the clay,
Ohhh, break the sleep—
For love is strong, and love runs deep.

Ohhhh, soul of my soul,
Come home, come home...
Hmmmm... I am thine—still thine,
Though stars have dimmed
And God keeps time.

Ooooohhh...

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(A Mourning Hymn)

„Kein Himmel“ handelt vom Ende aller Gewissheiten. Kein Versprechen auf ein Danach, kein ewiges Leben – nur die Momente, die wir teilen. Ein Song über Klarheit, Zweifel und die Erkenntnis, dass das Jetzt das Einzige ist, was wirklich zählt.

“Kein Himmel” is about the end of all certainties. No promise of an afterlife, no eternal life – just the moments we share. A song about clarity, doubt, and the realization that the present is all that truly matters.


Kein Himmel

THE END OF CHASE

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.

They crawl from lips where poison sleeps—

Ohhhhh,
She smiles, 
and promises she keeps.

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,


But hear them snap—
those little bones—

Each lie she speaks becomes a groan.
Ohhhhhh,
Hmmmmmmm,


The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

The flies,
 are crushed in rotting teeth,
A grinding truth,

 that crawls beneath.
Ohhhhhh,

Her eyes are glass,
 her hands are still,
Yet in her mouth,
 a glutton’s thrill—

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.

She feasts on grief,
 on sins half-spoke,

While in her throat the dead things choke.
Ohhhhhh,

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.


She eats the flies—
she eats regret.
Hmmmmmm,

And with each bite,
 she can’t forget.
So let her talk,
 and let them die—

The truth decays. The flies still lie.

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
Ohhhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
Ohhhhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth.

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She,  eats the flies

The grief of my mind
Blocking the real world
For me to find.
To reach without limits
Or to see sadness and death
Looking beyond
My next breath.
The cadence of my will
My heart beating
But my soul sits still.
This well of transformation
Its ability to bend
And manipulate time.
From the ministries of the divine
To the alchemist of the beyond.
Touched by an angel
Transformed by my breath.
The illusions are not
What comes next.
It’s the transcendence of me
Once again
Looking to see.
The awakening of me
Within this struggle
A mind being befuddled.
While the soul 
In reverence,
Waits for detection
Of its presence.
Unabashed
Speaking at last.
Guiding my words
Adjusting my vision
Whispering of a 
Peaceful decision.
This joyful revision
A sage set upon the path
With God’s gift in
Ever last.
The realization
Exile is no more.
Reality implored 
Past the mind of before.
Take my staff
My sword
My shield
Open my mind
To what is real.
Let my heart take
The blessed sail
As it propagates
To all things
That can be healed.
Death cannot 
touch me now.
Sorrow does not float
Here in space.
Despair has
Been erased 
By love and it’s 
Divine grace.
Find your heart
And let it bleed
With passion
Listen to your soul
And embrace compassion
I am Crimson
Floating in the wind
Not understanding sin.


Crimson

„17“ – eine Sommererinnerung, die kleben bleibt.
Tom Berger erzählt in seinem Song von diesem einen Moment, in dem alles kippen kann – der Blick, das Lächeln, der Satz, den man doch noch sagt.
Eine Geschichte über junge Liebe, flirrende Hitze und den Mut, einfach loszulaufen – ohne Plan, ohne Gepäck, aber mit Herzklopfen.
Berlin im Hintergrund, die Zukunft vor der Brust – und siebzehn, für immer siebzehn.


“17” – a summer memory that sticks to your skin.
Tom Berger tells the story of that one moment when everything can shift – the glance, the smile, the words you finally say.
A song about young love, heat in the air, and the courage to just leave – no plan, no baggage, just a heartbeat and a girl.
Berlin in the background, the future in your chest – and seventeen, forever seventeen.

Siebzehn

The Last Journey is a meditative song built on stillness, absence, and the quiet aftermath of movement.
The lyrics unfold like a monologue — no rhymes, no chorus, just thoughts suspended in time, spoken with a calm, tired voice.
It’s the sound of a man stepping off the train and realizing he may not want to board another.
Wrapped in minimal acoustic textures, the song reflects on the moment when searching ends and silence begins.
A farewell without drama. A destination without arrival.

Kein Himmel

BRO