Kult - Wróci wiosna, baronowo

You say that love disgusts you
Then measure me, I cry, just measure!
Look, you say, these are breasts
Who could ever be inspired by such a chest?

But I say — oh, Baroness
Soon this cruel winter will fade
And with spring, we’ll begin again
Our sweet, sweet trulla-la…

Once more, I’ll be your Don Diego
Once more, the moon, once more, the lilacs
Like in Paul Géraldy's verses
A conspiracy of senses — “You and me”

And no more will the old Baron
Tell me — “Get out, begone!”
He won’t throw me out with my guitar
For he now lies in his tomb

A black shroud covers him deep
The poor man chased his last breath
And froze in the parlour, as he stood
For the window was left ajar

Wicked Baron, serves you right
You wanted to crush our love
Our sweet, sweet cuddly games
If I may say — our very flesh

But despite you, come the spring
Cupid, keeper of all secrets
Will cradle us once again
In the sweetest trulla-la

For now, winter lingers still
Oh, how we detest the cold!
It binds our senses, holds them tight
And will not let them bloom

Ha! — Across all of Europe
“Cold!” — they cry, both old and young
And I dangle like an icicle
Beneath the eaves of your legs…

But do not worry, Baroness
This cruel winter soon shall pass
And we shall start anew, ah
Our sweet, sweet trulla-la!

Trulla, trulla, trulla, trulla
Trulla, trulla, trulla-la!
We shall start anew, ah
Our sweet, sweet trulla-la!

Today I saw — this is no farce
We’ve had enough of such affairs
Your little dachshund freezing stiff
Crying — “Pee!” and gasping air

So I took him in my arms
Wrapped him up in the warmest fleece
Oh, my dearest little pup
You have suffered twice as much…

Come, lay upon my marble chest
Oh, little pup, when times are rough
Yet you, dear Baroness
Call me your dachshund love

Why are days not full of cheer?
Why does a tear roll down your face?
Patience, patience, dear Baroness
A month or two — just hold your place!

And soon our feast of love returns,
Oh, how I long for it to burst!
A wild tempest of desire,
As harps will thunder — boom, boom, burst!

And we’ll be swallowed in the splendour
Two hearts, in purple velvet cast
Raise your ears, my love, surrender!
Trulla, trulla, trulla-la!

Trulla, trulla, trulla, trulla
Trulla, trulla, trulla-la!
Raise your ears, my love, surrender!
Trulla, trulla, trulla-la!