Till Lindemann's 'Messer' - 'Bald'

The penultimate poem that I will do to finish off the collection. This is actually a very sweet one, I think.

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Soon

The sun will go down
I shall stand outside your window
I hear the birds in me sing
The evening will bring me good

Your cold flesh comes to me
Oh, come here, you cold thing!
Please be bloodless in appearence only
I'll soon shoot fire within your bones

Live slow; but die fast
Outside it is slowly becoming light
I knot my own stiffened veins
Around your icy tendons

It does you good; it's fun for you
The meat is hot; the lager is cold
The bird, oiled and pale
Lies for warmth within your grass

Comments: Oh, Till, you romantic soul, you. ;_;

Though I admit to briefly choking on my drink when I saw 'Das tut dir gut' at the start of the fourth stanza - which of course is part of the chorus of 'Ich Tu Dir Weh'! Gah. x.x But enough of that. I'm very happy with this one. 'Cold thing' was also 'kühles Tier' in the original, 'cold animal', but I translated it poetically.