Текст песни Ганс Зиверс - В розовом стакане

The pink glass of milk
Swim raspberry sadness.
Hiding under a silk handkerchief,
You caress his own chest.

You caress black pupils,
Hiding under the dark glasses.
In your thick hair curls
Putao is your favorite dog.

You play Pink nocturne
On the invisible waves of the seas
And brings to the red nail
Little invisible beasts

Are you sure you're alone
But you were so fond of Satan
From you he's not taking his eyes
Expecting that the lights went out

And when the light no longer lights up
It suits you to barefoot
He calls you "Lilith"
And the fondles red tongue

Are you sure that you see a dream
And in a dream waiter came to you
He reads the sad poetry
And calling you "ma petite fille".

A really terrible Satan
Slowly caressing your stomach
And drops of poisonous wine
Pours into your child's mouth and naive

Then he climbs on you
Redhead fingering his beard
And your mysterious dreams
Flows terrible seed of Satan

And in the morning with a white moth
You run into mildew somewhere,
Hiding under a silk handkerchief,
You caress his own chest.

Because you are very clear
Like some virgin crystal
Because in your stomach
Moving his children, but not those.