And now the music has stayed with me with black branching notes, beaten in under the skin with explosive bars,
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And now the music has stayed with me
with black branching notes,
beaten in under the skin with explosive bars,
mercilessly drummed out by enemy raids.
Between them pauses lay in wait,
falling from the sky as wounded stars,
with boycott-waves cutting through reality,
they tore my ears with the silence of an echo sounder.
And now my lungs are beaten in,
two hearts pierced with scorched arrows:
she promised to tell me between the raids,
how the dawn would burn out in me on purpose.
And left into the night, bowing her head,
faithful to her angelic principles.
And now the music blazes in me
with bright chords, treacherously.