Populární německá hardrocková skupina. Založena v r. 1965 v Hannoveru, v době, kdy R. Schenkerovi (nar. 1948) bylo teprve 17 let (stejně starý je i K. Meine). Začínali s písničkami Who, Rolling Stones a Kinks. Sestava se stabilizuje až v r. 1971....

Píseň: Fly To The Rainbow

Interpret:
Scorpions
Album:
Fly To The Rainbow
Life is empty, can´t remember anytime before,


      On a plain lit cold December, see it evermore,


      Gliding through this life, and another is a child,


      and we´re doing games, and losing things,


      Always playing gigs.


      Somewhere in the sky, where the moon the stars shine bright,


      Where the sun is shining, in the night.


      I am in disgrace, yet i see a smiling face,


      and i hope you let me, share your place.


      I don´t live today.






      Rain in the sky , make the world fly,


      Into time, beg me your time.


      Sun in the sky, make the world fly,


      Into time, beg me your time.






      Rain in the sky , make the world fly,


      Into time, beg me your time.


      Sun in the sky, make the world fly,


      Into time, beg me your time.






      Rain in the sky , make the world fly,


      Into time, beg me your time.


      Sun in the sky, make the world fly,


      Into time, beg me your time.






      Well, I lived in magic solitude


      Of cloudy-looking mountains


      And a lake made out of crystal raindrops ...


      Roaming through Space tenthousand years ago


      I´ve seen the giant city of Atlantis


      Sinking to eternal waves of darkness ...






      Somewhere in the blue distance


      Are those long-forgotten trees of yore


      A broken violin floating alone in December


      Darkness everywhere and nothing more.






      Symbol - strange Symbol - Melancholy


      Painting torrid colors to a sky of green


      Candle breathing one night only


      Far away - in chillness - bleak - unseen ...






      Drifting galley - ghostlike shadow,


      Sails rigged to catch and kill the Time...


      Echoes wandering down an endless meadow


      To call the Thing ... Sublime !...