1. |
Eintritt in die Fabrik
01:30
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Über das Schicksal der Besten zu lachen
Über die Geburt von Gott zu lachen
Über den Haß der Helden zu lachen
Den Krieg oder den Tag zu wählen
Sollen wir eintreten?
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2. |
Night Parade
05:25
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Now night is falling
china dolls open their eyes
heedless of those presents
Besides everything, everything is silence
and the eyes of the others
are sealed by a sound sleep
Often the dolls begin to dance
but sometimes their tears are so irrepressible
So irrepressible, unrestrainable
that cover whole beds
swelling their face
Then nearly get breathless
‘til they feel they‘re suffocating
They know they shall not be
able to die
Keep on smiling but their lips get
bigger and softer…
and their face gets torn
Something starts moving inside the stillness
of their own matter
like a worm devouring them
…Meanwhile they keep on dancing
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3. |
Atmosphere
06:07
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4. |
Before the Day Comes
05:10
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Too many stars fall on our eyes
Useless words get wasted every moment
to protect lazy religions
I feel my heart
getting inflamed with blood
While the sand-glass slowly turns to
stupid pawns programmed for breathing
Everything looks unchanged…
the solution of an aenigma
which is late in coming
An umpteenth god-like creature
leading you to Toyland
where everything
everything smells of sadness
and nothing allows you to look at it
But are we the ones
who thoroughly move
thanks to the promise of another frame
before we start dying once again…?
Too many stars fall on our eyes
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5. |
Arkhangel'sk
06:30
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Ora sento la noia rallenta
Resta solo nero respiro
Sciolgo resti di timori segreti
Forti lame, nessun peccatore
Ora sento che non ho più paura
Resta immutato l’enigma solare…
La sfera si è sciolta, l’inverno ritorna.
Resta immutato l’enigma solare…
La sfera si è sciolta, l’inferno è già qua
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6. |
Seasons of the World
05:08
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God dies in the mind
of those who are unable to stay
Now sit down and wait for
wait for your end
while the rays of light are shuting you
up while your eyes are sparkling pain
while your heart does not succeed in
in saying a word anymore
Do you recognize the smile of that man?
Do you remember about him?
There are no more memories
and what remains is just wondering
what happened before
Who did you see and kill…
There are no more memories
Think…
It shouldn’t have been this way
Now all that remains is laughing
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7. |
The Fourth Ray of Light
05:57
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Every night the air covers
itself with blood
and on awakening everything
returns as before
The icy wind is following
our existence
And we talk about
strange dreams
Something is coming here
but nobody knows
what war is
and nobody fights
From up there it looks like
a movement of small coloured pies
and it would be funny
if somebody realized it…
but to be merciful
with idiots is wrong
and the truth lies
hidden behind a few leafs
I look through a window your steps
carrying you away…
Invincible disenchanted steps
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8. |
Still for One Night
04:24
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9. |
Explosive Die
04:45
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Il passaggio esistenziale tra la vita e la morte
non è certo un turbamento per noi microbi astuti
ma il teorema rimane irrisolto
e il nemico inesistente lancia il dado
sbagliando la mira
This is the deceit of hate
in binding us to our enemy
in a close embrace
This is the obscenity of war
in the intimacy of blood
reciprocally mixed into a bleak intersection
Lustful closeness of two soldiers
stabbing to each other, staring at their eyes
virile sacrality of trouble
E intanto il nemico inesistente
lancia il dado esplosivo
Caressed by the wish of blood
we drink blameable tastes on our bodies
like old daydreaming widows’ coiffure…
Diamond-like mounted skeletons
are now watching over our breath
but by now are useless spectators
of a useless empty curtain
shut up in the oblivion of a mind
which won’t dream any longer
E intanto il nemico inesistente
lancia il dado esplosivo
sbagliando la mira
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11. |
Cena Chimica
01:56
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Il passaggio esistenziale tra la vita e la morte
non è certo un turbamento per noi microbi astuti
ma il teorema rimane irrisolto
e il nemico inesistente lancia il dado
sbagliando la mira
This is the deceit of hate
in binding us to our enemy
in a close embrace
This is the obscenity of war
in the intimacy of blood
reciprocally mixed into a bleak intersection
Lustful closeness of two soldiers
stabbing to each other, staring at their eyes
virile sacrality of trouble
E intanto il nemico inesistente
lancia il dado esplosivo
Caressed by the wish of blood
we drink blameable tastes on our bodies
like old daydreaming widows’ coiffure…
Diamond-like mounted skeletons
are now watching over our breath
but by now are useless spectators
of a useless empty curtain
shut up in the oblivion of a mind
which won’t dream any longer
E intanto il nemico inesistente
lancia il dado esplosivo
sbagliando la mira
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