Christmas

Through pain and death, Through night, through cross, through grave.

Wenn ich dich seh

Ein Song über das, was wirklich zählt: die eine Person, bei der die Welt stehen bleibt. Zwischen Meetings, Mails und Alltagsgrau bringt dieser Track das Gefühl zurück, das wir manchmal verlieren: Leichtigkeit, Nähe, Sinn. BRO liefert einen ehrlichen, gefühlvollen Track mit Gänsehautmomenten – perfekt für alle, die wieder spüren wollen, was Leben bedeutet.

Hören, durchatmen und fallen lassen.

Wenn ich dich seh

A song about what really matters: that one person who makes the world stand still. Between meetings, emails, and daily routines, this track brings back the feeling we sometimes forget—lightness, closeness, purpose. BRO delivers an honest, heartfelt song full of goosebump moments – perfect for anyone wanting to feel alive again.

Tune in, breathe deep, and let go.

Wenn ich dich seh

Twenty Stories
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

[verse]
You had told them you would do it
You had sworn that you knew how
You never had the answer
What can you tell them now?

[verse]
You thought that you could play
You'd be a wiseguy too one day
In the big leagues was your dream
So, you cooked up this dumb scheme

[pre-chorus]
On a terrace, way up high
Twenty stories, near the sky
There you stand, waiting to fly
No reprieves, they're standing by

[chorus]
You try to make a deal 
You have a reason why
You don't believe it's real
In a minute you will die

[instrumental]

[verse]
She told you that she loved you
You were the only one
If you helped her just a little
The two of you would run

[verse]
You could help her kill her lover
Just one shot and it'd be over
He had millions you could take
It would be a piece of cake

[pre-chorus]
On a terrace, way up high
Twenty stories, near the sky
There you stand, waiting to fly
No reprieves, they're standing by

[chorus]
You try to make a deal 
You have a reason why
You don't believe it's real
In a minute you will die

[instrumental]

[verse]
She always called you honey
But she wanted all the money
She invited a few friends
They were not cops, but would pretend

[verse]
She said you'd have the cash
And it would be quite a stash
She said you had killed her lover
In a plane she then flew over

[pre-chorus]
On a terrace, way up high
Twenty stories, near the sky
There you stand, waiting to fly
No reprieves, they're standing by

[chorus]
You try to make a deal 
You have a reason why
You don't believe it's real
In a minute you will die

[instrumental]

[outro]
A terrace, way up high
Twenty stories, near the sky
There you stand, waiting to die
As you watch her flying by


A terrace, way up high
Twenty stories, near the sky
There you stand, waiting to die
As you watch her flying by

[instrumental]


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