...is brewing

I'm sailing across the sea of people I see a machine gun A storm is brewing in the city I walk around the guard from the back

Get in my boat A storm is brewing and night’s approaching Where do you want to go?

I am just a girl, who says what she feels alone I am helpless, a bird in the wind who feels that a storm is brewing.

falling for you For every single day that we talked, something is brewing

Today even girls from the city Are scraping their heels on the asphalt A good party is brewing, just like a twist If you don't hit it off with this one, another will come around

Fetch the sails, fasten the load Because something is brewing Hold strong, my boy, its the Heaven will

Feeling the fear that is growing Sensing the change in the tide again Caught by the storm that is brewing Feel the anxiety hold off the fear

Out on the horizon, A storm is brewing. I let the breakers rush over me

Just occasionally in the middle of laughing, on your face a storm is brewing, like in Iceland what happens to us when evil is inside us?

A wind is always blowing Which changes nothing While it changes everything -- it’s like a storm is brewing You feel that wind a little,

For the sake of those two feathers that carry you, get away from my sight. For the sake of the water, the salty water, the sad water - before you fly off, prepare for the storm that is brewing in my veins. For the sake of the branch, the feeble shadow and the gusty winds,

A storm is brewing, whispering through the Treetops of the bare woods, frost-frozen And from peaks of the Hörselberg mountains The Wild Hunt comes rushing down

While the clock is ticking, you're kissing my neck Still tonight, still here and now A storm is brewing while the city sleeps I'll be gone when the first drop falls on the ground

The moment I left you behind and stepped forward, it was into the twilight darkness The cowering sky stings, a storm is brewing, ugly, is it not? Everyday life is overturned, and the unusual keeps repeating

Near Notre-Dame Sometimes a commotion is brewing Yes, but in Paname1 1. Popular nickname for Paris

In the rain, in the wind In the fever and the noise A terrible ride is brewing At the mysterious borders

I don't like the look you're giving him I can tell that trouble is brewing And now it's too late

I don't exist, for her I'm a taboo topic She's like a Punto1 and I'm a Panamera2 Thunder, lightning, a storm is brewing When I run into you, a nasty scene unfolds 1. Fiat model 2. Porsche model

I messed it up, alright, and there’s no doubt about it. I had to pick this fight ’cause I’d go mad without it. Bending like a willow when the storm is brewing, oh yeah, that’s you, but, hey, I take the rap.

They have lost sons and brothers. Bells are tolling, a storm is brewing,*** No, Europe is no longer at peace.