Halleluja [English translation]

I won’t be playing music any more,

but signal to a machine instead:

to show how the soul moves within me.

I am a bit fearful, but then I think to myself

what the hell do I expect from fate,

when sweet things makes me throw up,

and salty stuff makes me sweat.

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It keeps on repeating,

Let halleluiah sound for machines! (x2)

I am not drunk,

only very dizzy.

When the devil’s in love, uh, well,

you know he doesn’t love in vain.

Now everything that counts is in a box,

with the box locked as well as your mouth,

you’d better make yourself come quietly

in the bathtub.

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