Fire and water
When she swims breaststroke, its beautiful
then I can see into her core
the beauty seen's not breasts alone
I merely lagging swim behind
sparking foam flows from her centre
fireworks springing from her seam.
But fire and water don't come together
can't be bound and won't converse
submerged in sparks I flame in water.
and in water, I burn.
When she swims naked, its beautiful
I want to see her from behind
not that the breast's the full attraction.
Her legs like scissors opening
igniting flames from hidden heat
out from the angle of her pleat.
Yes.
She swims on by
and doesn't see.
I am her shadow,
she's closed in light,
there is no hope, and no hope of trust.
Fire and water don't come together
can't be bound, won't commune
submerged in sparks I flame in water.
and in water, I burn.
It boils the blood inside my loins
I grab wet handed
smooth as fish and cold as ice
she will not waste herself on me.
I know.
Fire and water never come together
can't be bound, and won't relate
submerged in her sparks I flame in water.
And in water I burn.
© Till Lindemann (Rammstein). English translation by Evan Davies.
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