Dansa [English translation]

This is no heroic tale, not legendary

Not criminal but not something legal either

No comedy but not entirely tragic

No walk in the park or a safari.

I’m both striving after this and don’t even want to take it.

The sickest journey I’ve had to take part in.

Between angels and demons but it damn sure isn’t Hollywood.

In reality time flutters faster than a hummingbird

In the mass-produced hunt for “life quality”

And wild animals on a leash that the gauntlet holds on to

The flock is collective, no solo sailor

Can survive the regulations, the steps number more than that.

I take the snake by the tail and make it into a dance but

No-one wears a crown without the thorns in the rim.

If s*** is ice cream and a happiness is sprinkles

Have the spark in my hand and the tricks in my voice

And aim with my thoughts with my revolver at my hip

And my look is blank but have the pressure in my chest

whispered to consciousness like lamps in the dark.

Lots of water has run but not quenched my thirst yet

Have probably heard it before but not listened until now

Because my thoughts are like motorways - endless.

It goes in through the same ear it comes out.

My satellites orbit around complicated decisions.

Can’t stop looking to live without knowing there

Is no pause button on life’s video player

So I dance on like someone’s shooting at my feet

I have one waltz in me so I step like hell.

The thing about love seems to be rather hocus pocus

What once shot out is now a broken crocus

Like a broken dream disappears with deep discomfort.

And leaves me standing searching with messed up focus

A last greeting like white lilies for free will

Just want to widen my views like new glasses

So take your skates and run like there’s a fire,

Tap yourself on the breastplate, hope you win

Several sugar cubes stop the drink being bitter

Or throw your heart on your back like jewellery

Or turn your cheek and whip the wind

When loneliness sweeps over you like the Russian winter.

For those who want roses tolerate thorny stems.

That there is life and death, we can hardly help

So maybe there’s someone who numbs the spiciness

So round and round we go and dance, dance.