[00:00.00] 作词 : Maximilian Hecker
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Maximilian Hecker
[00:09.34]You lay your head into my lap
[00:11.43]I strike your face
[00:13.18]The taxi rushes through the night
[00:15.53]I'm endlessly far away
[00:17.66]Blue soldier moment
[00:19.50]Oh sweet, grown-up woman
[00:21.53]We're hovering, gliding in the opposite of home
[00:24.74]It is stickily-white, like semen, thick
[00:27.53]and it carries death in itself
[00:29.90]Don't worry,
[00:30.64]I will not try to sleep with you, I say
[00:34.03]Staggering through your Kafkaesque dungeon
[00:36.66]One thousand rooms
[00:38.41]Losing myself there in your multiplicity
[00:40.85]and being blissful
[00:42.31]Time is stretching toughly like plasticine
[00:45.20]It is dark around me
[00:47.36]I finally find your bed
[00:49.52]Am I torturing you, darling? you ask
[00:52.24]We pass away
[00:53.67]I'm holding your black curly head in my arms
[00:56.86]Breathing heavily and deeply
[00:59.08]My heart is running
[01:00.61]Oh night, oh grown-up woman, oh semen
[01:03.95]Sticky-white death
[01:05.62]I'm choking, craning my neck
[01:07.28]into the heavy night air
[01:09.16]Oh Yoon, your hair, bristly and smoky
[01:12.28]I'm inhaling your smell
[01:14.24]Our bodies full of sebum
[01:16.43]Our lungs blackened
[01:18.06]Death is lying in wait
[01:19.95]But heaven is where hell is
[01:22.28]The hell of decompensation pukes emotion
[01:25.17]Pure emotion
[01:26.61]Only emotion
[01:28.07]Eternal emotion
[01:29.70]I am nothing but emotion, no human being,
[01:32.42]no son, never again son
[01:34.89]Only art, purity
[01:36.79]Yoon, semen
[01:38.11]the detour has washed me to your shore
[01:40.75]Where are you now?
[01:42.12]I'm lying here in your arms,
[01:44.05]in the Glaslights of your brothel
[01:46.39]Oh, lock me up in your grown-up heart

作词 : Maximilian Hecker
作曲 : Maximilian Hecker
You lay your head into my lap
I strike your face
The taxi rushes through the night
I'm endlessly far away
Blue soldier moment
Oh sweet, grown-up woman
We're hovering, gliding in the opposite of home
It is stickily-white, like semen, thick
and it carries death in itself
Don't worry,
I will not try to sleep with you, I say
Staggering through your Kafkaesque dungeon
One thousand rooms
Losing myself there in your multiplicity
and being blissful
Time is stretching toughly like plasticine
It is dark around me
I finally find your bed
Am I torturing you, darling? you ask
We pass away
I'm holding your black curly head in my arms
Breathing heavily and deeply
My heart is running
Oh night, oh grown-up woman, oh semen
Sticky-white death
I'm choking, craning my neck
into the heavy night air
Oh Yoon, your hair, bristly and smoky
I'm inhaling your smell
Our bodies full of sebum
Our lungs blackened
Death is lying in wait
But heaven is where hell is
The hell of decompensation pukes emotion
Pure emotion
Only emotion
Eternal emotion
I am nothing but emotion, no human being,
no son, never again son
Only art, purity
Yoon, semen
the detour has washed me to your shore
Where are you now?
I'm lying here in your arms,
in the Glaslights of your brothel
Oh, lock me up in your grown-up heart