Hätt Frau un Kinder, doch er moot do weg. Hä jing Zijarette hole und kohm nie zoröck. Su wie 'nem Fluß, dämm et ejal ess, wohin, läht hä sich drieve, ohne Ziel und Sinn. Everybody's got a Hungry Heart... Hä troof se'n Nippes en'ner Diskothek, spätovends , irjendwann ahn'nem Wochenend. Vun wäjen Liebe op de eezte Blick, 't jitt Wiewer, die der Düüvel selwer schick. Everybody's got a Hungry Heart... Everybody' needs a place to rest, an' everybody's got to have a home. It makes no difference what nobody says, there ain't nobody likes to be alone. Everybody's got a Hungry Heart...
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen
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