Koniec Świata - Carmen

Her hair was so red
As if it was being kissed by fire
She was the warmest spring
A forbidden pleasure
Splinters of night stuck
In her sleep deprived face
She shoots at demons with a slingshot
In a thicket of dark hallways

Carmen, my romantic girl!
Sometimes I sneak into your marzipan dream
And shout: Carmen! If you're sad, laugh!

She was the result and the cause
A power that dazes
She drank wild strawberry wine
She was the source of possession
Hair sticky from hair sprays
Sapphire eyelids
Her dark passengers
She dropped off at the platform

Carmen, my romantic girl!
Sometimes I sneak into your marzipan dream
And shout: Carmen! If you're sad, laugh!

The tree she planted
Has dry roots and leaves
And every year when harvest comes
She picks wormy cherries
Under this dusty sky
She dreamt pastel fairy tales
May her star of prosperity
Never go out again

She smells of grass, fumes
And a worn-out memory of her
Trees rustle outside the windows
With a nostalgic unfulfillment
She was a curse and a desire
An unkept promise
A long dried out stream
My heart's gallows!

Carmen, my romantic girl!
Sometimes I sneak into your marzipan dream
And shout: Carmen! If you're sad, laugh!