DO YOU WANT TO SEE THE BED IN FLAMES
Wollt ihr das Bett in Flammen sehen
Do you want to see the bed in flames?Do you want it to swallow up your skin and hair?
You just want to stick the knife in the sheet.
You just want to lick the blood from the blade.
Rammstein!
You see the crosses on the pillow.
You think you're allowed to be kissed by innocence.
You think that killing would be difficult,
But then where are all these dead people coming from?
Rammstein!
Sex is a battle; love is war.
THE MASTER
Der Meister
Run!Because the master sent for us, we proclaim the downfall.
The rider of maliciousness feeds his ulcer of envy.
The truth is like a thunderstorm: it comes to you, you can hear it.
Just the sound is oh so bitter, it comes to destroy you.
Because the night lay in its deathbed, we proclaim the final day.
There will be no pity; run for your lives.
The truth is a choir of wind: no angel comes to avenge you.
These are your last days, it will snap you like a twig.
It comes to spoil you.
WHITE SKIN
Weißes Fleisch
You in the schoolyard, I am ready for death, and no one here knows about my loneliness.Red weals on white skin, I hurt you and you scream out loud.
Now you're afraid and I am ready, my black blood stains your dress.
Your white skin excites me so, I am just a gigolo.
Your white skin illuminates me.
My black blood and your white skin, your screams just make me even crazier.
The cold sweat there on your white forehead falls like hail in my sick mind.
Your white skin excites me so, I am just a gigolo.
My father was just like me, your white skin illuminates me.
Now you're afraid and I am ready, my sick existence screams for salvation.
Your white skin becomes my support; in my heaven there is no god.
Your white skin excites me so, I am a sad gigolo.
Your white skin illuminates me.
ASHES TO ASHES
Asche zu Asche
Warm body, hot cross, false judgment, cold grave.Upon the cross now I lie, as they pound nails into me.
The fire washes my soul clean and all that's left is a mouthful of ashes.
I come back in ten days, as your shadow I hunt you down.
Secretly I arise, and you ask a favour of me,
Then I kneel down in your face and stick my finger into the ashes.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
SAILOR
Seemann
Come into my boat, a storm arises and night falls.Where do you want to go, so totally alone, you drift away.
Who holds your hand when it tries to pull you under?
Where do you want to go, so far from shore in the cold sea?
Come into my boat, the autumn wind keeps the sail taut.
Now there you stand by the lantern, with tears on your face.
The daylight falls below the horizon, the autumn wind sweeps the streets clean.
Now there you stand by the lantern, you have tears on your face.
The evening light drives away the shadows, time stands still, and it becomes autumn.
Come into my boat, the longing is my helmsman.
Come into my boat, the best sailor, yes I am.
Now there you stand by the lantern, you have tears on your face.
You take the fire from the candle, time stands still, and it becomes autumn.
They only talk about your mother, only the night can be so merciless.
In the end I remain alone, time stands still, and I am cold.
YOU SMELL SO GOOD
Du riechst so gut
Insanity is just a narrow bridge, the banks are reason and instinct.I climb after you, the sunlight obscures your ghost.
A blind child crawls forward because it smells its mother.
(I find you) The tracks are fresh, and onto the bridge drips your sweat, your warm blood.
I don't see you, but I smell you and I sense you.
A carnivore screams in hunger, I smell you from a mile away.
You smell so good. I go behind you. I find you so good.
I climb after you. You smell so good. Now I've got you.
(now I have you) I wait until it's dark, then I touch your wet skin.
Don't betray me, don't you see the bridge is burning?
Listen to the screams and don't resist because you might break apart.
THE OLD PAIN
Das alte Leid
From the plank and into the light, a creature forces me to walk,For the same thing and the old pain.
My tears are caught with laughter and on the mat, a younger body rots,
Where destiny guides its puppets.
For the same thing and the old pain, finally I know that nothing here is given away.
From the plank and into the nothingness, everyone knows what's at the end.
The same thing and the old pain, slowly driving me to insanity,
And on the mat rages the same old war, now and forever scorching my heart,
The same thing and the ancient pain, finally I know.
I want to fuck!
Never again, the old pain.
MARRY ME
Heirate Mich
He is seen wandering around the church. For a year he has been alone.The sadness has taken from him all his senses; he sleeps every night by her gravestone.
There by the bells a stone sleeps, I alone can read it,
And on the fence the red rooster is what once was your heart.
Fear is impaled upon that fence, I go to dig there every night
To see what still is left of your face which used to laugh at me.
There by the bells I spend the night, a lonely animal among the snails.
Day after day I run behind the night. For the second time you escape me.
Marry me.
With my hands I dig deep down to find what I miss so much
And as if the moon were in her finest dress, I have kissed your cold mouth.
I take you tenderly in my arms, but your skin tears like paper and pieces fall off of you.
For the second time you escape from me.
There by the bells I spend the night, a lonely animal among the snails.
Day after day I run behind the night. For the second time you escape me.
Marry me.
So I take what still is left, the night is hot and we are naked.
Curses, the rooster greets the morning, I have chopped the head off of it.
HEARTACHE
Herzeleid
Protect each other from heartache.Time is of the essence whenever you are together,
For even when you are together for many years,
They will seem only like minutes to you.
Heartache.
Protect each other from each other.
SPAWNTIME
Laichzeit
He loves his mother and from the side, he even gives her fish.These shed from his empty testicles, the old skin falls to the ground.
He loves his sister and from behind, the fish eat each others' mouths.
The gills are still bloody from sucking on the big red eyes.
It is spawntime.
He loves his dog, oh God above, the fish now kiss with their tongues.
I spit dead milk into your face, you don't dare touch it.
Fishmilk is everywhere, it is spawntime.
The mother has held onto the sea, the sisters have no time,
The dog stands waving at the shore, the fish just wants to be alone.
RAMMSTEIN
Rammstein. A man is burning.Rammstein. The smell of meat in the air.
Rammstein. A child dies.
Rammstein. The sun shines.
Rammstein. A sea of flames.
Rammstein. Blood coagulates on the asphalt.
Rammstein. Mothers scream.
Rammstein. The sun shines.
Rammstein. A mass grave.
Rammstein. No escape.
Rammstein. No birds are singing.
Rammstein. The sun shines.
LONGING
Sehnsucht
Let me ride your tears past your chin to Africa,Back in the lioness's den, where I used to live.
Between your long legs, I look for last year's snow,
But there is no more snow there.
Let me ride your tears over luckless clouds.
The large bird pushes its head softly back into its hiding place
Between your long legs, it looks for last year's sand,
But there is no more sand there.
Longing hides itself like an insect.
Asleep, you don't notice that it's biting you.
Nowhere else can I be this happy, the finger slides toward Mexico,
Then it sinks into the ocean, longing is so cruel.
ANGEL
Engel
He who led a good life on earth becomes an angel when he dies.Look to the sky and then ask why you can't see them.
Only when the clouds go to sleep can you see us in the heavens.
We are scared and alone. God knows I don't want to be an angel.
They live behind the sunshine, separated from us so far away.
They have to claw onto a star (so tightly) so that they don't fall from heaven.
ANIMAL
Tier
What makes a man? Between a man and beast, I cannot tell what the difference is.He will go to his daughter, she is beautiful and young and then like a dog,
He will mate with his own flesh and blood.
What are you doing? What do you feel? What are you? Just an animal!
What makes a woman? Between a beast and man I cannot tell the difference.
She dips the feather in her blood, writes herself a letter,
Soulless lines from her childhood, as her father sleeps beside her.
PUNISH ME
Bestrafe mich
Punish me, straw becomes gold and gold becomes stone.Your greatness makes me small, you can be my punisher.
The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away.
Punish me, you say yes and I say no.
Lock me up inside your prayer before the wind gets any colder.
Your greatness makes me small, you can be my punisher.
Your greatness makes him small, you will be my punishment.
The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away, but does he only give it to the ones he loves?
YOU HAVE
Du hast
You have asked me and I have said nothing.Until death separates you, do you want to be true to her forever? No!
Do you want to love her, even during bad times, until the separation of death? No!
BEND OVER
Bück dich
Bend over, I command you, turn your countenance away from me.I don't care about your face, bend over.
A biped on all fours, I take him for a walk the entire length of the field.
I am disappointed.
Now he comes backward towards me, honey is stuck in the garter.
I am disappointed, very disappointed.
The face does not interest me.
The biped has bent itself over, moved into a good light.
I show him what a man can do, and soon I begin to weep.
The biped stammers a fearful prayer because it was just getting worse for me.
It tries to bend over even further, tears run off of its back.
Bend over one more time.
PLAY WITH ME
Spiel mit mir
We share a room and a bed.Brother dear, come here and look so good.
Brother dear, come grab onto me, slide so snugly up against me.
In front of the bed, a black hole, and all the sheep fall into it.
I'm far too old, but still I count them, but I cannot fall asleep.
Under the navel in the shrubbery, a whiter dream already awaits.
Brother dear, come hold on tight and shake the leaves off of my tree.
Give me your hand and play a game with me.
Play with me, because we're alone.
Play a game with me, father, mother, child.
Brother dear has hurt his hand; he turns himself back against the wall.
My brother helps me now and then, so that I am able to sleep.
PIANO
Klavier
They tell me to unlock the door.Curiosity builds to a scream - what could be back there?
Behind this door sits a piano.
The keys are dusty; the strings are out of tune.
Behind this door, she sits at the piano.
But she no longer plays, oh that was so long ago.
There at the piano, I listened to her, and when she began to play, she took my breath away.
She told me, 'I will always stay with you.'
But it only seemed she played for me alone.
I spilt her blood in the fire of my rage.
I sealed up the door, and people asked about it.
There at the piano, I listened to her, and when she began to play, she took my breath away.
There at the piano, I stood by her; It only seemed she played for me alone.
The door is open, oh how they scream.
I hear the mother plead; the father struck out at me.
They untie her from the piano and no one here believes me,
That I am deathly ill from the grief and the stench.
There at the piano, I listened to her, and when she began to play, she took my breath away.
There at the piano, she listened to me, and as I began to play, I took her breath away.
OLD MAN
Alter Mann
He's waiting for the midday wind, the waves come slowly in.With a fan every day, the old man makes the water smooth.
I throw a stone from my hand, Circles appear in the water.
The old man sadly looks at me and sweeps the water smooth again.
In the white sand the old man trembles and smokes his pipe.
Only the water and I know what this fan is used for.
Foreboding sleeps like a volcano. Hesitantly I then spoke to him.
His head hung down as if he were sleeping, and before he died, he said:
The water shall your mirror be: only when it is smooth will you see
How many faerie tales you still have left, and you will beg for salvation.
He held the fan close to his chest, his hand stiffened with the throes of death.
They must have broken his finger off, the fan remaind back in the sand.
I call for the old man every day, in case he should like to come and deliver me.
I stay back in the midday wind, and on the fan I can read:
The water shall your mirror be: only when it is smooth will you see
How many faerie tales you still have left, and you will beg for salvation.
JEALOUSY
Eifersucht
Am I handsomer? Cut up my face.Am I stronger? Cowardly break my neck.
Am I smarter? Kill me and eat my brain.
Do I have your wife? Kill me and eat me all up.
Am I more honest? Bite off my tongue.
Am I richer? Then take everything from me.
Am I braver? Kill me and eat my heart.
Do I have your wife? Kill me and eat me all up.
Lick the plate clean. It's cooked in jealousy.
Do I have such smooth skin? Tear it off in strips.
Do I have clear eyes? Take the light from me.
Do I have a pure soul? Burn it to death.
Do I have your wife? Kill me and eat me all up.
KISS ME (FROGSKIN)
Küss mich (Fellfrosch)
She holds very still because she wants to be fingered.Swelling up in the dry grass, her moist eyes become wet.
Trapped in the darkness, she doesn't see any sunlight.
Quivering lustfully, then she pleads for the tongue of a man.
Kiss me.
She often bites her own tongue because she loves to let herself be licked.
But because it tastes somewhat bitter, she is seldom only kissed.
Trapped in the darkness, she doesn't see any sunlight.
Quivering lustfully, then she pleads for the tongue of a man.
Kiss me.
Now the tongue creeps out of the mouth, and hits her with wild ecstasy,
Several forceful times in her face, she bleeds heavily fom her nose.
Kiss me on my moist lips, kiss me even if it tastes bitter.
THE MODEL
Das Modell
She is a model and she looks good.I would like to take her home with me tonight.
She's so aloof, not paying much attention to anyone,
But for the camera she shows off as much as she can.
She always drinks champagne in night clubs,
And has been checking out almost all the men here.
Her young smile radiates through the flashing lights.
She looks so good and beauty doesn't come cheap.
She puts herself on display for consumer products,
And is placed in front of millions of peering eyes.
Her newfound fame is simply fabulous.
I have to see her again, I believe she has hit the big time.
COCAINE
Kokain
The friends are rocking me to sleep.The white faerie bends her bow, and shoots my sorrows in the face
And out of the two halves breaks the father of all mirrors.
He beckons me and I lean toward him, he quietly whispers in my ear:
'You are the most beautiful child of them all.
I'll keep you as if you were my own blood.
You are the most beautiful child of them all.
In me is the best kind of evil.'
Curiosity prolongs my dream, the white faeire sings and laughs.
It has violently impregnated me and torments me all through the night.
The father of all mirrors.
He beckons me and I lean toward him, he quietly whispers in my ear:
'You are the most beautiful child of them all
I'll keep you as if you were my own blood.
You are the most beautiful child of them all.
In me is the best kind of evil.'
And as I defend myself against the labour pains,
Watch nearby as I demand to eat the afterbirth.
FIREWHEELS
Feuerräder
Put the collar on me, then I go to my knees and begin to bark.The pain is beautiful like nothing else.
Come open the cage and I am starstruck.
There where the stars used to be, firewheels are turning.
We celebrate a passion, the pain is beautiful like nothing else.
Come to me slowly, put me in chains and tie the knots tight, so that I can laugh.
Come open the cage and I am starstruck.
There where the stars used to be firewheels are turning.
We celebrate a passion, the pain is as beautiful as you.
WILD WINE
Wilder Wein
Wild wine - in front of your castle.Wild wine - I am ready.
Only for the king is the arrival announced.
God stand by me and open up Your gates.
Wild wine - and so slowly,
Wild wine - so warm and moist.
Wild wine - in front of your lair,
Wild wine - it is written,
Deep in the water, where no men travel,
But my lust laughs at the wings.
Wild wine - like a pigeon.
Wild wine - so wet and hot.
Wild wine - in front of this darkness.
Wild wine - healed by the light,
It remains hidden, otherwise we could defend ourselves.
I wait for you at the end of the night.
Wild wine - only a grape.
Wild wine - and bitter as snow.
I wait for you at the end of the night.
MY HEART BURNS
Mein Herz brennt
Now, dear children, pay close attention, I am the voice from the pillow.I have something that I brought for you, I have torn it out of my chest.
With this heart I have the power to blackmail the eyelids.
I sing until the day awakes, a brighter light in the sky, my heart burns.
They come to you in the night, demons, ghosts, black faeries.
They creep out from the cellar and you will see them underneath your bedclothes.
Now, dear children, pay close attention, I am the voice from the pillow.
I have something that I brought for you, a brighter light in the sky, my heart burns.
They come to you in the night, and steal your little hot tears.
They wait until the moon arises, and press it into my cold veins.
Now, dear children, pay close attention, I am the voice from the pillow.
I sing until the day awakes, a brighter light in the sky, my heart burns.
LEFT 2 3 4
Links 2 3 4
Can hearts be broken? Can hearts speak?Can hearts worry? Can hearts be stolen?
They want my heart in the right place, but then I see another way, then it beats left.
Can hearts sing? Can a heart burst?
Can hearts be pure? Can a heart be made of stone?
They want my heart in the right place, but then I see another way, then it beats left.
Left two three four.
Can a heart be asked to support a child beneath it?
Can it be given away with the hearts’ memories?
They want my heart in the right place, but then I see another way,
Then it beats in the left breast, the envious one has known it badly.
SUN
Sonne
All are waiting for the light, don’t be afraid.The sun shines out of my eyes.
It will not go down tonight, and the world loudly counts to ten.
Here comes the sun. It is the brightest star of all.
The sun shines out of my hands, it can burn, it can blind you.
When it breaks out of my fists, put ice upon your face.
It will not go down tonight, and the world loudly counts to ten.
Here comes the sun, it is the brightest star of all.
The sun shines out of my hands; it can burn, it can blind you.
When it breaks out of my fists, put ice upon your face.
There will be a pain in your chest, you will lose your balance and fall onto the floor,
And the world loudly counts to ten.
Here comes the sun, it is the brightest star of all, and will never fall from the sky.
I WANT
Ich will
I want you to trust me, I want you to believe me,I want you to look at me, I want to control every heartbeat,
I want to hear your voices, I want to break the silence,
I want you to see me well, I want you to understand me.
I want your fantasy, I want your energy,
I want to see your hands, I want you to applaud me.
Do you see me? Do you understand me? Do you feel me? Do you hear me?
Can you hear me? Can you see me? Can you feel me? I don’t understand you.
We want you to trust us, we want you to believe us all,
We want to see your hands, we want you to applaud us.
Can you hear me? Can you see me? Can you feel me? I don’t understand you.
Can you hear us? Can you see us? Can you feel us? We don’t understand you.
FIRE AWAY!
Feuer frei!
Those who know how to hurt will be blamed, with the fire that burns the skin,I cast a light in my face, a hotter scream: fire away!
He who knows how to hurt is ennobled with the fire that burns lustfully.
An electric shock in your womb, a hotter scream: fire away!
Those who know how to hurt are dangerous, with fire that burns the ghost.
Dangerous to the burning child, with fire that separates it from its life.
MOTHER
Mutter
The tears of senile children, I put them on a white hair,Throw the wet chain in the air and wish that I had a mother.
No sun to shine on me, no breast to give me milk.
In my throat a tube is stuck, I have no navel in my belly.
I may not lick the nipple, and no folds to nestle into.
No one gave me a name, begotten in haste and without sperm.
To the mother who never gave birth to me, tonight I have sworn:
I will give you a sickness and then sink it in the river.
In her lungs lives an eel, on my forehead is a birthmark,
Remove it with the knife’s kiss, even if I must die afterward,
Even if I must bleed.
Mother, give me strength.
TOY CLOCK
Spieluhr
A small person dies only to the light; he just wants to be alone.The little heart stands still for hours so that he is found in death.
He will crawl in the wet sand with a toy clock in his hand.
The first snow has covered the grave, and so softly has awoken the child.
In a cold winter’s night a little heart is awake.
As the frost flies in the child, he has wound up his toy clock.
A melody in the wind, and out of the earth, the child sings.
(Hello, rider, my heart is no longer beating.)
And no angels descend, only the rain weeps at the grave.
A melody in the wind, and out of the earth, the child sings.
The cold moon in its full splendour hears the screams in the night,
And no angels descend, only the rain weeps at the grave.
Between two hard pieces of oak he will play with his toy clock.
A melody in the wind, and out of the earth, the child sings.
And no angels descend, only the rain weeps at the grave.
A melody in the wind, and out of the earth, the child sings.
They hear it on a dead Sunday, this melody from the churchyard.
There is where I had requested that the small heart of the child remains.
A melody in the wind, and in the earth, the child sings.
HYBRID
Zwitter
I have stolen a kiss from her. She wanted me to do it again.I have not yet let her go, we are both part of the same whole.
This is all so right to me. I am a beautiful hermaphrodite.
Two souls under my chest; two sexes, one lust.
I go elsewhere throughout the day, I am the handsomest man of all.
I see wonderful things that never occured to me before.
I can say hello to myself every day, I can send myself roses.
There is no second and no third - one and one, that is enough.
I am so in love, I am in love with me.
One for me, one for you. Is there nothing for me?
One for me, one for you. One and one, that is me.
I am alone, but not lonely; I can be together with myself.
In the morning I kiss my reflection and at night I sleep with myself.
When the other girl isn’t around, I can even get myself pregnant,
So I’m not really offended when someone tells me to go fuck myself.
IN, OUT
Rein Raus
I am the rider. You are the steed. I mount you. We ride off.You groan as I try to fit an elephant into the eye of a needle. In, out.
I am the rider. You are the steed. I have the bowl. You have the castle.
The door opens, I enter. Life can be so magnificent. In, out.
Deeper, deeper, say it out loud.
Deeper, deeper, I feel myself in your skin and a thousand elephants break out.
The ride was short, I’m sorry. I dismount, I have no time.
Now I must go to other horses who also want to be ridden.
ADIOS
He puts the needle in his vein and invites the music in.Between the neck and underarm, the melody slowly seeps into the bones.
He has closed the eyes, in his blood a battle rages.
An army marches through his guts, the bowels slowly become warm.
Nothing is for you, nothing was for you, nothing is left for you forever.
He removes the needle from the vein, the melody comes out of the skin.
Violins scream while they burn up, harps slice into the skin.
He has opened up his eyes, but he is not yet awake.
Nothing is for you, nothing was for you, nothing is left for you forever.
MIST
Nebel
They stand together, embracing, a marriage of flesh so long-lasting.Where the sea meets the land, she wants him to know the truth,
But her words are devoured by the wind where the sea ends.
She trembles as she holds his hand and kisses him on the forehead.
She carries the evening in her chest and knows that she must pass on.
She puts his head onto her lap and gives him one last kiss.
And then he kissed her where the sea ends.
Their lips so weak and pale, and their eyes becoming wet.
The last kiss was so long ago.
The last kiss, he doesn't remember it anymore.
HALLELUJAH
He is pious and very sensitive, on his wall is a portrait of the Lord.He wipes the dust off of his Bible, he likes to serve the Last Supper.
He loves the choirboys, they keep their souls pure,
But the tenors are not so sure, so he must take bring himself to the next one.
On his nightstand, oh so silently, a picture of the Lord he slowly turns around.
When the church bells ring twice, he folds his hands in prayer.
He is left without a wife, so he must find his next lover.
Hallelujah.
The young man can stay at his house, the sins nest above the leg,
So he likes to help drive them out with music and candlelight.
When the church bells ring twice, he folds his hands in prayer.
He is left without a wife, so he must find his next lover.
Hallelujah.
When the church bells ring twice, he takes the young ones in his prayers.
He is the true Christ, and he knows what the next life will be.
Slowly turn around.
