歌词
As through the pipes the waters fell
Down to the bottom of the well
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In listless apathy I gazed
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At the cold waters ... as he bathed
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I have beheld that scenery
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And it's most sensual masculinity
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Yet, disappointment, oh, can't you see?
Is still the cause and the cardinal symptom
Of my sick, sad reality
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Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine
I'm shyly sipping water ... while he drinks whole jugs of wine
He likes all kinds of women, and I ... I only hate ... men
He marvels at all things new to him ...
And I only wait ...
For all things in this sick world... to end
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The water pouring down his spine
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Caressed his strong physique
Oh, so well-defined
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Calm like a rock he stands
Oh, behold his body and soul
A friendly God must have built this man
To an all well-balanced whole
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What sad bewilderment of this brought
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Physical clearness, alas ...
Still so much abhorred
An ancient ghost awoke and fiercely arose in me
It was that old, savage, yet half-forgotten ideal of perfect neutrality
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Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine
I'm shyly sipping water... while he drinks whole jugs of wine
He likes all kinds of women, and I ... I only hate... men
He marvels at all things new to him...
And I only wait...
For all things in this sick world... to end
I somewhat envy this naturally beautiful man
He never knew or encountered the hatred and shame that I bear
The doubt, the cloak of disgust and the all-devouring dread
And if I told him about it
He might only shake his head
With kindly amused, melodious laughter
He then would perhaps merely smile at my ...
Oh, so stupid silliness ...
And the beast that is raging inside