Alte Liebe [English translation]

She holds me tight and gives me force

Feeds me with nipplejuice

is often strict, it makes me feel good

the blood boils underneath the Navel

Grandmother, why do you have so Long claws?

deeply inside of you, I think, you could like it there

Old love does not rust

I am your sweet favourite dish

she takes me for granted, keeps me warm

surely does not know any fake* shame

introduces me to the paradise

bathes me in the old age

Grandmother, why do you have so beatiful legs?

she is really no fine one Deep in the night

Old love does not rust

you are my withered favourite dish

in the fenzy of endless desire

the final act becomes a Ornament

she collapses, perishes

so I am finally lonely

Old love does not rust

there a shower, what for a luck

thank god, the soil breaks

send the old Body back