The monarchy comes into its own
The Empress shows her, her knee like never before
The candlelight turns on, the mirror breaks down
Except for the crown, the crown wears they nothing
The lows in the high, in the majority
Everything the same from old Vienna to new Berlin
Greater Berlin
Laþ' theirs Hand
Your heart will win
The positions remain strictly different
Everything lying down
With a pulse in the stomach
On the inside, blues heavy on it
The mistress of ceremonies will enlighten you
Her hands
Then measure the man
Under bandages
The low-light psychoprogram
The diagnosis then
Suburban partisan
But when?
Will her hand
Only defeat your heart?
And what SHE gives
When will YOU be forgiven?
I've lived through life, everything has already existed
Of life, what's left?
Everything lying down, what's left
Then your hands measure it man
Will her hand
only defeat your heart?

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