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Nargaroth – My fantasies are like burning leaves... they don't last...
Deutsch:
Weeping, holding a cigarette
I stand at the window.
I see the snow falling.
Weren't there flowers just now,
enjoying the morning dew?
Wasn't there a child laughing?
He had my name,
and his father was also a stranger to him.
Love was when he hit.
There was the mother. Laughing.
Golden sun in her hair.
And yet she remained silent...
Naked and still weeping
The forehead pressed against the cold glass,
I keep looking through the window
Whose panes are tear-soaked.
The snow begins to drift in the storm.
Grimaces chase through the gray.
They come from the childhood of yesterday,
A salute, their laughter roars harshly.
The storm reveals a child's body,
My weeping gives way to frenzy.
Naked, I throw myself through the window,
The glass exposes my wounds.
I wanted to taste foreign fruits,
To hear my own child laugh.
To live the sunset of love
And wander where the stars are.
Silently, I lean against the window.
My hair like shreds in my face.
The storm carries away my fantasies,
For unfortunately, that's all they are.
English:
Weeping, clasping a cigarette
I'm standing at the window.
I'm watching the snow fall.
Haven't there just been flowers,
feasting on the morning's dew?
Wasn't there a child laughing?
He bore my name,
His father, too, was alien to him.
Love was when he was beating.
There was the mother. Laughing.
Golden sun in her hair.
And yet she remained silent then...
Naked and still weeping,
The forehead pressed against cold glass,
I keep on gazing through the window,
Whose panes are moistened by tears.
The snow starts drifting in the storm.
Grimaces are chasing through the grey.
They come from the childhood yesterday,
A salute, their laughter is roaring harshly.
The storm unveils a children's body,
My weeping gives way to frenzy.
Naked, I throw myself through the window,
The glass makes my wounds show.
I wished to taste foreign fruits,
To hear my own child laugh.
To live the sunset of love
And wander where the stars are.
Silently, I'm leaning against the window.
My hair like shreds in the face.
The storm carries away my fantasies,
For unfortunately they are just that.
Deutsch:
Weeping, holding a cigarette
I stand at the window.
I see the snow falling.
Weren't there flowers just now,
enjoying the morning dew?
Wasn't there a child laughing?
He had my name,
and his father was also a stranger to him.
Love was when he hit.
There was the mother. Laughing.
Golden sun in her hair.
And yet she remained silent...
Naked and still weeping
The forehead pressed against the cold glass,
I keep looking through the window
Whose panes are tear-soaked.
The snow begins to drift in the storm.
Grimaces chase through the gray.
They come from the childhood of yesterday,
A salute, their laughter roars harshly.
The storm reveals a child's body,
My weeping gives way to frenzy.
Naked, I throw myself through the window,
The glass exposes my wounds.
I wanted to taste foreign fruits,
To hear my own child laugh.
To live the sunset of love
And wander where the stars are.
Silently, I lean against the window.
My hair like shreds in my face.
The storm carries away my fantasies,
For unfortunately, that's all they are.
English:
Weeping, clasping a cigarette
I'm standing at the window.
I'm watching the snow fall.
Haven't there just been flowers,
feasting on the morning's dew?
Wasn't there a child laughing?
He bore my name,
His father, too, was alien to him.
Love was when he was beating.
There was the mother. Laughing.
Golden sun in her hair.
And yet she remained silent then...
Naked and still weeping,
The forehead pressed against cold glass,
I keep on gazing through the window,
Whose panes are moistened by tears.
The snow starts drifting in the storm.
Grimaces are chasing through the grey.
They come from the childhood yesterday,
A salute, their laughter is roaring harshly.
The storm unveils a children's body,
My weeping gives way to frenzy.
Naked, I throw myself through the window,
The glass makes my wounds show.
I wished to taste foreign fruits,
To hear my own child laugh.
To live the sunset of love
And wander where the stars are.
Silently, I'm leaning against the window.
My hair like shreds in the face.
The storm carries away my fantasies,
For unfortunately they are just that.
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