Sopor Aeternus Always Within The Hour
Have I, without knowledge, made a subtle pass at you,
or have the poses that are mine to strike then perhaps
posed a threat to you?
Have I crossed the thin line now, that guards your un-
enchanted barn, was it my simple friendliness that
stirred the peasants, causing this alarm?
Hänsel*, call your soldiers back, this witch sticks to
her gingerbread.
Girlfriends, wives and fiancées will save your sacred
straightness from disgrace.
Such ugliness laid eyes on you in conversation, plain
to see.
Your signals, clearly advertising, stressing the
obvious to me!
Oh, bite your tongue, is it too much to ask for, can't
you just for once, keep it in.
Oh, please don't say it ... - spare me your painful
arrogance!
Hänsel, call your soldiers back, this witch sticks to
her gingerbread.
Girlfriends, wives and fiancées will save your sacred
straightness from disgrace.
Say:
Have I, without knowledge, made a subtle pass at you,
or have the poses that are mine to strike then perhaps
posed a threat to you?
Have I, out of saddest habit, stared for too long at
one spot?
Or has my silence been mistaken for pondering on your
private parts?
Hänsel, call your soldiers back, this witch sticks to
her gingerbread.
Girlfriends, wives and fiancées will save your sacred
straightness from disgrace
