Chrysalis Morass - Ehrenfels Nacht | Текст песни

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There’s a kind of creature
Which is dancing with a knife in its mouth.
A blue one, big and fast one,
Sitting on a rock above the current.

This kind of creature,
I saw her winking at me
Through the vineyards, last night,
Felt like I was in a Biergarten

Ich weiß nicht was soll es bedeuten, Bacchus is not dead
Aber sie fliegen die ganze Nacht, Bacchus is not dead
Wie Eulen, auch wenn sie miauen, Bacchus is not dead
Bis zu Hildegard nach Bacharach. Bacchus is not dead

Once upon a time, Ô sweet Germaine!
There were five stunning fools
Who fell asleep at your side.
Life is pleasant, das Leben ist schön,
Aber mind the nettles…
Here comes a tractor!

Elle dance, l’enchantée rouge, élancée vers le ciel,
Géante beauté dans le noir de suie.
Gorge éraillée, enflammée par le sel,
Elle chante, l’inspirée, sapée en Quetsch de nuit.

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