Текст песни Nargaroth - Meine Phantasien Sind Wie Bren
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Weinend, 'ne Zig'rette haltend Stehe ich am Fenster. Ich seh' den Schnee der fallt. Waren da nicht grade Blumen, Labend sich am Morgentau? Lacht nicht grad da ein Kind? Es hatte meinen Namen, Und auch sein Vater war ihm fremd. Liebe war es, wenn er schlug. Da war die Mutter. Lachend. Goldne Sonne in ihrem Haar. Und doch schwieg sie da... Nackt und noch immer weinend Die Stirn gepresst ans kalte Glas, Starr' ich weiter durch das Fenster Dessen Scheiben tränennass. Der schnee beginnt im Sturm zu treiben. Fratzen jagen durch das Grau. Sie kommen aus dem Kindergesten, Als Gruk erschallt ihr Lachen rau. Der Sturm legt frei eine Kinderleiche, Mein Weinen weicht der Raserei. Nackt werfe ich mich durch das Fenster, Das Glas legt meine Wunden frei. Ich wollte fremde Früchte kosten, Lachen hörn mein eignes Kind. Das Abendrot der Liebe leben Und wandeln wo die Sterne sind. Schweigend lehne ich am Fenster. Mein Haar wie Fetzen im Gesicht. Der Sturm trag fort meine Phantasien, Denn mehr sind sie leider nicht. English: Weeping, clasping a fag (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. Смотрите также:
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Crying , 'ne Zig'rette reserved
I stand at the window.
I see the snow which falls .
Were there not just flowers,
Refreshing at the morning ?
Do not laugh degree as a child?
It had my name,
And his father was foreign to him .
It was love when he hit .
There was the mother. Laughing .
Golden sunlight in her hair.
And yet she remained silent because ...
Naked and still crying
The forehead pressed to the cold glass,
Starr I ' continue through the window
Meanwhile slices wet with tears .
The snow starts drifting in the storm .
Grimaces chase through the gray .
They come from the children's gestures ,
As Gruk her laughter rings out rough.
The storm exposes a child's body ,
My weeping gives the frenzy.
Naked I throw myself through the window ,
The glass exposes my wounds .
I wanted to taste foreign fruits,
Laughter hörn my own child .
Living the afterglow of love
And walk where the stars are .
I silently leaning against the window.
My hair like shreds in the face.
The storm continued my fantasies contract ,
For more unfortunately, they are not .
English :
Weeping , clasping a fag ( cigarette )
I'm standing at the window .
I'm watching the snow falling .
Have not there just been flowers ,
feasting on the morning 's dew ?
Was not there a child laughing ?
He bore my name ,
His father , too , what alien to him .
Love what When He what beating .
There was the mother . Laughing .
Golden sun in her hair .
And yet she Remained silent then ...
Naked and silently 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 gray .
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 .
