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Wednesday, January 26, 2011
LOVE
I love you
I love you not
I love you no more
I love you no more
I love you no more or less than you do
Than you have loved me
When you had still loved me
The pretty girls are no longer pretty
The warm hands are so cold
All clocks have stopped
It is no longer healthy to laugh and soon
I love you not
I love you no more
I love you no more
I love you no more or less than you do
Than you have loved me
When you had still loved me
The pretty girls are no longer pretty
The warm hands are so cold
All clocks have stopped
It is no longer healthy to laugh and soon
MUSIC BOX
A small human only pretends to die
It wanted to be completely alone
The small heart stood still for hours
So they decided it was dead
It is being buried in wet sand
With a music box in its hand
The first snow covers the grave
It woke the child very softly
In a cold winter night
The small heart is awakened
As the frost flew into the child
It wound up the music box
A melody in the wind
And the child sings from the ground
Up and down, rider
And no angels climbs down
My heart does not beat anymore
Only the rain cries on the grave
Up and down, rider
A melody in the wind
My heart does not beat anymore
And the child sings from the ground
The cold moon, in full magnificence
It hears the cries in the night
And no angels climbs down
Only the rain cries on the grave
Between hard oak boards
It will play with the music box
A melody in the wind
And the child sings from the ground
Up and down, rider
And no angels climbs down
My heart does not beat anymore
Only the rain cries on the grave
Up and down, rider
A melody in the wind
My heart does not beat anymore
And the child sings from the ground
Up and down, rider
My heart does not beat anymore
On the Sunday of the Dead, they heard
This melody from God's field
Then they unearthed it
They saved the small heart in the child
Up and down, rider
A melody in the wind
My heart does not beat anymore
And the child sings from the ground
Up and down, rider
And no angels climbs down
My heart does not beat anymore
Only the rain cries on the grave
Up and down, rider
A melody in the wind
My heart does not beat anymore
And the child sings from the ground
'Translation from Rammstein- Spieluhr'
Enjoy!!
It wanted to be completely alone
The small heart stood still for hours
So they decided it was dead
It is being buried in wet sand
With a music box in its hand
The first snow covers the grave
It woke the child very softly
In a cold winter night
The small heart is awakened
As the frost flew into the child
It wound up the music box
A melody in the wind
And the child sings from the ground
Up and down, rider
And no angels climbs down
My heart does not beat anymore
Only the rain cries on the grave
Up and down, rider
A melody in the wind
My heart does not beat anymore
And the child sings from the ground
The cold moon, in full magnificence
It hears the cries in the night
And no angels climbs down
Only the rain cries on the grave
Between hard oak boards
It will play with the music box
A melody in the wind
And the child sings from the ground
Up and down, rider
And no angels climbs down
My heart does not beat anymore
Only the rain cries on the grave
Up and down, rider
A melody in the wind
My heart does not beat anymore
And the child sings from the ground
Up and down, rider
My heart does not beat anymore
On the Sunday of the Dead, they heard
This melody from God's field
Then they unearthed it
They saved the small heart in the child
Up and down, rider
A melody in the wind
My heart does not beat anymore
And the child sings from the ground
Up and down, rider
And no angels climbs down
My heart does not beat anymore
Only the rain cries on the grave
Up and down, rider
A melody in the wind
My heart does not beat anymore
And the child sings from the ground
'Translation from Rammstein- Spieluhr'
Enjoy!!
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