You smell of roses
And I’m allergic to them…
But it’s never terrible
To suffocate in style,
Yielding myself for money
For warmth and for light
I leap into the ice-hole.
Ice sculptures live on
For a hundred years.
In a city of eternal winter
Where cold is a residence permit,
You live there even now -
A venomous star.
You run towards the sun
And want to become chocolate,
But the beans make me sneeze
And hell’s windows start rattling!
You throw yourself towards me
Under the wheels of a carriage.
I’ll do the crying and
You can die in style.
In a city of eternal winter
Where cold is a residence permit,
You live there even now -
A venomous star.
The snow’s trampled down
Mixing slush with dust
If this is the homeland of dirt, it’s still stylish…
