Death Bell of the Day: Spring in Paris - Rammstein
As always, the lyrics are included, first in German:
She came up to me in the light dress
I still remember it like today›:
I was so young
I was embarrassed
but I never regretted it.She called words in my face
tongue bristling with pleasure;
just didn't understand their language;
I haven't regretted it.Oh non rien de rien
Oh no, no regretsWhen I left her skin
spring bleeds in Paris.I didn't know my body
so shy away from the sight
she showed it to me by the light
i never regretted itThe lips often sold, but soft
and touch her forever
When I left her mouth
Then I started to freezeShe called words in my face
tongue bristling with pleasure;
just didn't understand their language;
I haven't regretted it.Oh non rien de rien
Oh no, no regretsWhen I left her skin
spring bleeds in Paris.A whisper fell into my lap
and performed fine sound
talked a lot said nothing
and felt goodShe called words in my face
and bowed deeply
just didn't understand their language;
I haven't regretted it.Oh non rien de rien
Oh no, no regretsWhen I left her skin
spring bleeds in Paris.Lyrics © Rammstein
And after the click, the lyrics are still in English ...
In a dress made of light she came up to me
I know like it was today *
I was so young
Feeling awkward
But still I never regretted itShe shouted words into my face
The tongue bristled with lust
It was only her language I didn't understand
I didn't regret itOh no, there's nothing at all **
Oh no, I regret nothing **When I left her skin
Spring bleeds in Paris ***I didn't know my body
Too shy to look at it
She showed it to me in the light
I've never regretted itThe lips often sold but soft
And touch them forever
When I left her mouth
Then I started to freezeShe shouted words into my face
The tongue bristled with lust
It was only her language I didn't understand
I don't regret itOh no, there's nothing at all **
Oh no, I regret nothing **When I left her skin
Spring bleeds in ParisA whisper fell into my lap
And would lead a fine sound
Speaking a lot and saying nothing
And it felt goodShe shouted words into my face
And took a deep bow
It was only her language I didn't understand
I don't regret itOh no, there's nothing at all **
Oh no, I regret nothing **When I abandon her skin
Spring bleeds in ParisTranslation Affenknecht.com
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