You smell of roses And I’m allergic to them… But it’s never terrible To suffocate in style, Yielding myself for money For warmth and for light I leap into the ice-hole. Ice sculptures live on For a hundred years.
In a city of eternal winter Where cold is a residence permit, You live there even now - A venomous star.
You run towards the sun And want to become chocolate, But the beans make me sneeze And hell’s windows start rattling! You throw yourself towards me Under the wheels of a carriage. I’ll do the crying and You can die in style.
In a city of eternal winter Where cold is a residence permit, You live there even now - A venomous star.
The snow’s trampled down Mixing slush with dust If this is the homeland of dirt, it’s still stylish…