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kein 'muss'. musik.
:: lyrics :: notes ::

no 'must'. music.

("kein 'muß'. musik." · february 1997)

schmetterlings traum · pokrzywa

general comment on the translations:
since some of you regretted not understanding a word of our lyrics — »being that they're in german« — i made an attempt to translate them into english. since i'm not a native english speaker, the results don't share the aesthetic character of the orinial versions even approximate. i almost exclusively concentrated on word-by-word-translations — which was hard enough since we work with plays upon words very much, so i often had to decide which one of many meanings i should translate. at some points i am not quite satisfied with the outcome and wrote an additional comment. if you have any more questions, feel free to contact us. if you send us your interpretaions, you'll get the author's. thank you — m.

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butterfly's dream

original title: "schmetterlings traum"

i thought i had to be real
but which fact could prove me?
i percieve a rhythmical knocking
which escapes here and there

while my planet 
with a speed of 107.000 km/h
makes its way
i seem to maintain a firm footing...

within seconds
a tree changes its garment
and only because i am thinking
i don't know at all if i am

now, do i exist?
	— or does this still lie ahead of me?
or did i leave that state
	already
		behind me?

furious time,
which we for our safety
presumptuously
learned to measure,
flyes together with us
through our lives...

now, do i exist?
	— or does this still lie ahead of me
or did i leave that state
	already
		behind me?

thoughts like these
slink through my brain
an i must reject them in all haste

so that i can function.

urtica dioica

original title: "pokrzywa"
(well, some secrets should remain, shouldn't they?)

sparks inside my soul
increases smouldering
and now like purgatory
it flows onto my heart

a feeler originates inside of me
touches its way down
and now inside the center of me
it observes the purgatory

bites its way through
and through and through and
and thoroughly not without pain

a conflagration, far far away
too far, cannot extinguish
and now the second one
extinguishes like in rain

piling up inside of me
it almost proceeded too far yet
and now new things arise
but do not forget the pain as well

eats me up
and up and up and
she will never stop

up and up and up and up and good bye...

i'd like to cry now, but please turn round before
i'd like to cry now, but please turn round before
i'd like to cry now, but please turn round before...

up and up and
she will never stop

up and up and up and up and good bye...