My shadow always follows me (Wie wird man seinen Schatten los)
I give up the princes' grace. And also the powder curls. The frowst of dust and the scent of incense won’t do it anymore. I want to feel the true life. It has full, red lips, It smells like wine And keeps me warm at night. It whispers, cries and laughs. The question is just:
How do you get rid of your shadow? How do you say no to your destiny? How do you crawl out of your own skin? How can you ever become someone else? Whom should you ask when you don’t understand yourself? How can you be free, if you never escape your own shadow?
What do I care about the immortality! Before I die I want to live. The grave’s smell of laurel vault can’t daze me anymore. What’s the most beautiful symphony compared to a soft bosom? No sound of violins can be so tender like a hand in the hair. The question is just:
How do you get rid of your shadow? How do you leave everything behind? How do you chase your conscience away? How do you escape your own self? How can you flee when you are in the way? How can you be free, if you never escape your own shadow?
A daemon stands right next to you in the shape of a lad You should serve only him. He wants to have what you are. You were born only for him.