Testo She`s the one

Maybe she is waiting in a German prison cell.

Maybe she's a whore or a hooker in Bangkok.

Maybe in South Africa she's got to go,

through hell tortured by electric shocks.
I never read about her in a magazine, never saw her on TV.

I never heard her speak a single word but I know that she's the one.



Naanananaa, nanananaa, she's the one.

Naanananaa, nanananaa, she's the one.



Maybe she's an orphan in Cambodia all alone,

or a burning widow burning in Bombay.
She might be in Aethiopia, she could be meager to the bone

She might not even see another day.

I've got no idea where she could be found but there's nothing I wont try.

I'll keep on searching everywhere till the second I die, 'cause shes the one.



Naanananaa, nanananaa, she's the one.

Naanananaa, nanananaa...