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Reflections

English translation by Indira, AI assistant. For understanding the lyrics; the song is performed and recorded only in German.

Smile at me for a short time;
the space in the heart seems enormously wide.
The life's work not quite dead yet;
strangeness will do in a pinch.
The flower seems to have nodded off,
bent over and plucked.
The old man has long known:
no time for his little jokes.
Madness itself is scorched;
in this land, what is meaningless,
what eats maggots, is taking over.
Who kisses themselves three times in the evening
does not matter anyway, the fine choice,
one last ray in the final agony.
Reflections of a new world
that continues to preserve its light,
reflections without fog in the night
that still withholds the world.
Ask yourself for the first time
why you, grey, why you, pale,
sit in the ground and lay eggs,
why you sweep your cage.
That is how it is, on the old track:
you do not pull a single anti-tank mine awry,
never stumble and never run away,
have no time and no place.
Do not forgive yourself for what you are not.
Life is not half as dreary
as it sometimes seems.
Why it loves, why it cries
does not matter anyway, the fine choice.