| Cousin Itt ( @ 2002-11-18 18:59:00 |
| Current mood: | wistful |
| Current music: | Das alles kommt mit - Element of Crime |
and again, my random iTunes DJ has perfect timing
Element of Crime lyrics are among the things I would count as valid reasons to learn German. This song is one of the few that doesn't get too critically damaged in translation by losing the rhyming or the completely intranslatable playing around with and twisting around of words and common expressions.
It also just came on randomly on iTunes, and it just worked so well with some things I have been thinking and talking about lately, it made me cry.
All That We'll Take Along
The glass from which you never drank
The kitchen junk that noone needs
And the plastic fruit off of which you optically feed
All that we'll take along
And you too
The piano that you cannot play
The unwashed dishes that you always put off
And the chocolate that you consume in hospital amounts
All that we'll take along
And me too
I want your hand
I want you mouth
I want your head
I want your tongue
I want your hair
I want your skin
And all that nonsense
I want too
The hopes that you never gave up on
The anger that never quite died down
And the confused dreams of which nothing is left in the morning
All that we'll take along
We need that too
I want your hand
I want you mouth
I want your head
I want your tongue
I want your hair
I want your skin
And all that sorrow
I want too
The mistakes that you cannot change anymore
The words that you regret
And the nights in which you didn't know where to go with yourself
Those we won't take along
Those we'll leave here
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Oh man. If it only were that easy.