Go, savage man of bone!
I am still young
It's all over! alas, it's all over now!
Go, savage man of bone!
I am still young - go, devoted one!
And do not molest me
Oh, do not cloud these days
They are the last of Sunshine
How long, before your light is gone
And our winter sets in
This is the time when every day
Is measured and truly valued
Because one dare no longer hope
That the same hour will return
The flood of life is gone
It ebbs in its pride and charm
And look, it sneaks into our senses
A frightful, unknown stinginess
A sweet covetousness, that counts
And checks each for its lustre
Ensure that we have not missed
And grant us every hour in full
He told me
Give me your hand, you fair and tender form!
I am a friend; I do not come to punish
Be of good cheer! I am not savage
You shall sleep gently in my arms
Elmentraudt - Sleeping Beauty Lyrics
Elmentraudt - Sleeping Beauty Lyrics
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Go, savage man of bone!
I am still young
It's all over! alas, it's all over now!
Go, savage man of bone!
I am still young - go, devoted one!
And do not molest me
Oh, do not cloud these days
They are the last of Sunshine
How long, before your light is gone
And our winter sets in
This is the time when every day
Is measured and truly valued
Because one dare no longer hope
That the same hour will return
The flood of life is gone
It ebbs in its pride and charm
And look, it sneaks into our senses
A frightful, unknown stinginess
A sweet covetousness, that counts
And checks each for its lustre
Ensure that we have not missed
And grant us every hour in full
He told me
Give me your hand, you fair and tender form!
I am a friend; I do not come to punish
Be of good cheer! I am not savage
You shall sleep gently in my arms
I am still young
It's all over! alas, it's all over now!
Go, savage man of bone!
I am still young - go, devoted one!
And do not molest me
Oh, do not cloud these days
They are the last of Sunshine
How long, before your light is gone
And our winter sets in
This is the time when every day
Is measured and truly valued
Because one dare no longer hope
That the same hour will return
The flood of life is gone
It ebbs in its pride and charm
And look, it sneaks into our senses
A frightful, unknown stinginess
A sweet covetousness, that counts
And checks each for its lustre
Ensure that we have not missed
And grant us every hour in full
He told me
Give me your hand, you fair and tender form!
I am a friend; I do not come to punish
Be of good cheer! I am not savage
You shall sleep gently in my arms
Writer: Jens Kaufmann
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