I got up at dawn to go to the loo.
A dizzy girl was lying in the hall.
I checked whether it was blood or only red champagne on her dress
Honey, I see you were left behind accidentally
I slid my hands beneath her, without thinking of anything nasty.
I took her into my arms and laid her on the couch.
She dreamt about how good it would be if someone brought her
a little more blood or a small glass of red champagne.
Refr.
I don’t care as long as its colour is crimson,
Like the bottom of the sky at dawn, crimson
All shall be, it shall be crimson!
So I tottered
to the shop opposite;
I took a bottle of French champagne from the shelf
then I wandered back and saw,
the girl dancing in the middle of the room with a knife,
and I offered her champagne
She said:
Refr.
I don’t care as long as its colour is crimson,
Like the bottom of the sky at dawn, crimson
All shall be, it shall be crimson!
The Sun and the Moon explode;
The sky cracks above our heads;
How many times shall I tell you, babe,
Hey, hey, that ‘s enough!
Golden-beaked hawks are circling,
this is the end.