So, nu wurd so oft gefragt, wer eigentlich der Ritter (auf taigisch: Ridda) ist, dass man auf die Idee kommen könnte, ihm einen eigenen Text zu widmen...na, natürlich wurd dabei geklaut, aber das Originallied bietet sich ja auch an, welches dieses hier ist:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsrfovOPcjkUnd das nun fürn Ridda:
Morxi called when she got the word
And she said: “I suppose you´ve heard –
About Ridda.”
Well we rushed to the spot
Looking around,
But there was nothing on the ground,
Just a gong and sometimes
A knife…
Oh, I don´t know why he´s waiting,
Or where he´s gonna go,
I guess he´s got his reasons,
But I just don´t want to know,
Cause for twenty-four years we´ve been trying to loot the Ridda
- Ridda, who the f**k is Ridda? –
Twenty-four years just waiting for a chance,
To tell him what to drop, and maybe get a second glance,
Now I've got to get used to not finding the robe of Ridda
- Ridda? Who the f**k is Ridda? –
Defeated each other,
Two murderers in the dark,
Carved our initials
Deep in the bark,
Me and Ridda.
As he walked through the door
With his head held high,
Followed by his allies,
saying bye-bye,
we were just trying to run away and
Stay alive.
Oh, I don´t know why he´s waiting,
Or where he´s gonna go,
I guess he´s got his reasons,
But I just don´t want to know,
Cause for twenty-four years we´ve been trying to loot the Ridda
- Ridda, who the f**k is Ridda? –
Twenty-four years just waiting for a chance,
To tell him what to drop, and maybe get a second glance,
Now I've got to get used to not finding the robe of Ridda
Then Morxi called back and asked how I felt,
And she said: “I don´t know how to help-
Just kill the Ridda.”
She said “Now the Crusaders are gone,
But the Ridda´s still here.
You know, you´ve been waiting
For twenty-four years.
And the Ridda´s robe still isn´t there…”
Oh, I don´t know why he´s waiting,
Or where he´s gonna go,
I guess he´s got his reasons,
But I just don´t want to know,
Cause for twenty-four years we´ve been trying to loot the Ridda
- Ridda, who the f**k is Ridda? –
Twenty-four years just waiting for a chance,
To tell him what to drop, and maybe get a second glance,
Now I've got to get used to not finding the robe of Ridda