Текст песни Ганс Зиверс - Гарпия

Every night in the watch
One terrible dream I dream -
My body carries on fjords
In his paws a woman bird.

I yell from sudden sobriety
Understanding that there is no day,
That I always missing
Myself for myself.

Fish splashing, and crows
In this blind delirium.
And Bird Garpia
To the black kitchen of the dead souls.

Schizophrenia confuses perspectives,
Watering darkness of darkness,
Black month froze in the attaccia -
Forever deceased sign.

There is no death and no forgiveness
Only flying through ice nonsense
Through cynical embodiments
Terrible goal that is not

There is no past, nor a real
There is no cold nor fire
In black abyss, colored lizards
Early waiting for me.

Creature squeezes fingers
Stupid duck carry me in a circle.
Longs of crazy boys
My purple caress the corpse

And in the morning of nonsense roast
I choose something
And I go with the Black Garpia Bird
Purple drinking brandy.

And my wife will keep away from me
And mows on my oskal
Fingers will be traded
Horror drops in my glass.