The thoughts I have in mind
Are blacker than anthracite
But what can I do when you care
So little about us
If I make you laugh
It's that my anthracite humour
Has made a fool of
Your contempt and my passion
But be careful, girl
To my anthracite humour
I will tear, like an animal,
The scream and flowers of Evil
Flowers from a green house, cursed flowers
To the dark anthracite night
I will take them away
From the brambles of your fingers
Come on, come and be quick
So that your anthracite warmth
Can warm up my heart
And make my fury cold
Holding you close to me you move around
In an anthracite rage
But I don't care that you bite
I want your body and soul
It's your eyes I'm avoiding
Because mine is anthracite
And I don't want you to see
All the love I have for you
I love you oh beautiful Aphrodite
With a black anthracite soul
But the more I love and will love you
The more I hurt and will be hurt