A/N: Now and then I hear a song and it makes me think of a Transformer character. I will write one shots.... maybe...
Blitzwing sighed from with in his cell. It had been 3 weeks of being in the stockade He was slaging board By now Blitzwing wished there was a little more exsitment). Then he got an idea and switched to Random. HE stood up, grabbed a timber that looked like a microphone, put on music, closed his eyes, and started to sing.... In German.
Hast
du etwas zeit fur mick,
dann
sing ich ein Lied fur dich,
von 99
luftballons,
auf
irhem Weg zum Horizont.
Denkst
du vielleicht grad an mick?
Dann
sing ich ein Lied fur dich,
von 99
luft baloons
und
dass so was von sowas kommt.
Some of
the other prisoners were telling him to shut up and others were
telling them to shut up. They hadn't heard any sort of music in so
long they didn't care what language it was in. The guards were
confused at the seen taking place.
99
luftbaloons, auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont,
hielt
man fur Ufos aus dem All,
darum
schickte ein General'ne,
Filegersaffel
hinterher,
Alarm
zu geben, Wenn's war!
Dabei
war'n dort am Harizont,
nur 99
luft ballons.
By now
the geards had called others and one even got a microphone so everone
could hear it. It apparently had been a VARY long time sence they had
heard music. Blitzwing was oblivius to it all and just kept on
singing.
99
Dusenflieger, jader war
ein
grobes Krieger,
hielten
sich fur Captain Kirk;
Es gab
ein groBes Feuerwerk!
Die
Nanchbarn haben nichts gerafft,
und
fuhlten sich gleich angemacht,
dabi
schoss man Horizont auf 99 luftballons.
The
highest rank guard came in around this time wondering what was going
on. When he both heard and saw what was happening he nearly blew a
fuse but when he tried to say something another just covered his
mouth and said "Shhh.?" to him. So the highest rank guard
started to listen. All the other prisoners were listening, not
begging, cursing, or anything they normally do. Blitzwing still had
no idea this was going on.
99
Kriegsminister, Streichhilz und Benzinkanister,
heilten
sich fur schlaue leute witterten schon fette beute,
riefen
"Krieg" und wollten Macht man, wer hatte das gedacht?
Dass
es einmal soweit kommt,
wegen
99 luftballons,
wegen
99 luftballons,
99
luftballons.
The
song was ending soon, they could tell by the music. Blitzwing was
still oblivios to the world.
99
Jahre Krieg lieBen keinen Platz fur singer,
Kriegsminister
gibt's nichit mehr,
und
auch keine Dusenfliger.
Heute
zieh ich meine Runden,
seh
die Welt in Trummern liegen.
Hab
'nen Luftballon gefunden denk an dich und lass ihn fliegen.
Blitzwing
opened his optics to see everyone in the prison had ben watching him.
Nervously he said "Hello?"
Everyone cheered. Blitzwing smiled. He had lived his long lost dream, to sing in front of a loving crowd.... ok not so loving but still you get my point.