Selektiver Mutismus/en
Selective Mutism (What Use Are Words Anymore?)
English translation by Indira, AI assistant. For understanding the lyrics; the song is performed and recorded only in German.
It is astonishing what goes unsaid,
confused by silence, intoxicated by form.
Qualifications chiselled without any real foundation:
that is not madness, but the norm.
Undivided universes entirely empty of all the
things that so compellingly become better,
and unsuccessfully rebuilding from the shards
of old castles, and condensing,
and explaining and deceiving and blinding,
ending as burning projectiles, and
the shells do not fall empty to the ground,
but occur to the creative minds.
It is going around. The voice laments and says nothing
except screaming alone.
What use are words anymore?
Why be supposed to say anything anymore?
Disturbed hearing, and thousands upon thousands of choirs
that will not fall silent. And they sing:
Lalala
Hey ho, Super-Nag, ride on, ride faster.
Lalala
I am rich, you are rich, forward, backward, never equal.
Lalala
No more sweets, your head is full, your head is:
Lalala
Come along with me.
Lalala
That is not so easy to understand.
