Текст песни Otto Dix - икар

Under your tongue with milk and honey,
In the eyes of dark blue arctic ice,
In the fingers crushes my soul the dust,
Playing raise doubts and fear.

Can not go on as it is sick to fly!
A hot wind, mixed with ash, swallow ..
More so, I can not want to land,
But higher and higher, I'm flying to the sun ...

I am your guardian of the stone face with baked blocks.
Call me brother or father
And the breath of his bitter sweat to cool,
Hold and press to heartless chest.

Foreign star in your world I fall,
Desired peace among the rocks I find.
I will be happy when I skuёt ice
I would be happy to drink poison your honey.

Can not go on as it is sick to fly!
A hot wind, mixed with ash, swallow ..
More so, I can not want to land,
But higher and higher, I'm flying to the sun ...

Anneal, even if Zaden wing -
I just want to share a warm ..
But the Sun is your planet is so small,
And in my arms you burn to ashes ..