Hope this translates properly 1 The second breath is in mybreathing I'm doing/painting the commas with myarmful it's getting light Why in so hurry a dew absconded/ran from the spiderwebs? I'm getting up I'm empting my ashtray a silverwave of the breeze is finished its jingleing/tinkling. I feel a time triturates it suddenly it belongs to the memories. 2 It's hard to endure the frost, which wandered along the spine it was freezing in a/my back ( already ) a thousand times. Suddenly it's not rippling a desire, perhaps it will come back with the music I hope it will return with a embrace, the lazy one he means some thing or mood or so ) will go round, the frost is getting old to me ( *or: my frost is getting old ), that's it. 3 Why I'm suddenly looking back, suddenly I have scales in my hands, I ask with what i will weight it/them( = the scales ) down, I see/understand (that) it's up to me ( = it's only my task ). I'm chasing a maturitaion like a fly ( = he perhaps means his maturitaion = maturitaion of human/soul or so...) with a backlash/volition to/for bullfight(s) ( = he describes here his temper so it's figuratinely speaking ) Suddenly I feel an interface, to my amazement, it's entering 4 the pulse which belongs to my clock ( = I think he means inner clock - of body, age...or so ) I'm letting go of the reins,after all I'm starting/begining I don't want to know a time, saffron ( = he probably compares a time and a saffron here ) I like a flight as well as a fall After all I am I/ me is me I am I/ me is me 5=1 I go on I go on
Could easily be one in the top 100 best songs of rock worldwide!!! I'd love to make an English version..
Hope this translates properly
1
The second breath is in mybreathing
I'm doing/painting the commas with myarmful
it's getting light
Why in so hurry a dew absconded/ran from the spiderwebs?
I'm getting up
I'm empting my ashtray
a silverwave of the breeze is finished its jingleing/tinkling.
I feel
a time triturates it
suddenly it belongs to the memories.
2
It's hard to endure
the frost, which wandered along the spine it was freezing in a/my back ( already ) a thousand times.
Suddenly it's not rippling a desire,
perhaps it will come back with the music
I hope it will return with a embrace,
the lazy one he means some thing or mood or so ) will go round,
the frost is getting old to me ( *or: my frost is getting old ), that's it.
3
Why I'm suddenly looking back,
suddenly I have scales in my hands,
I ask with what i will weight it/them( = the scales ) down,
I see/understand (that) it's up to me ( = it's only my task ).
I'm chasing a maturitaion like a fly ( = he perhaps means his maturitaion = maturitaion of human/soul or so...)
with a backlash/volition to/for bullfight(s) ( = he describes here his temper so it's figuratinely speaking )
Suddenly I feel an interface,
to my amazement, it's entering
4
the pulse which belongs to my clock ( = I think he means inner clock - of body, age...or so )
I'm letting go of the reins,after all I'm starting/begining
I don't want to know a time, saffron ( = he probably compares a time and a saffron here )
I like a flight as well as a fall
After all I am I/ me is me
I am I/ me is me
5=1
I go on
I go on