Das Messer [English translation]

In between your shoulder blades

a knife and a kiss fit,

in between us, there is this morning,

like a deep dark river.

Yesterday, I have split apart

your mouth with my tongue,

and still, you stayed with me,

much too long, hour upon hour.

Only those being faint-hearted

kill love by words alone.

For a knife, it needs a hero,

and I can't be cowardly.

I have struggled hard with you

as I slept with you yesterday.

burnt into my shoulders

is your sign, deep and red.

And still, you sleep like an angel,

like a toy you're laying there,

beneath the cursed sheet,

and I feel peculiar

(because I'm too close to you).

Only those being faint-hearted...