North ice

The windmill will drive me
That I will never come
Glih is now floating over the cloud
And the heavy air cuts me.
Will it be sun, will it be snow
Nervous laughter grabs me
I just want to catch her palm
Not to sail too far away.

The days are not rock’n’roll
But an ever quieter mole
My eyes bite the cold ice
Only I see her trail.

I withdraw so as not to disturb her
But I turn out to be an idiot
That’s why I sail to the extreme
To get to know what I already know
I know very well.

And I’m going there,
Where the ice is from the north
And I’m going there,
Where dance music is.

I’m picking a golden apple
Lohk would cut the rainbow
I guard the sun and the sky
And that’s really for her

But all this was accompanied by a black bird
And measure all my destruction
That’s why I sail to the extreme
To get to know what I already know
I know very well

And I’m going there,
Where the ice is from the north.
And I’m going there,
Where dance music is.
And I’m going there,
Where the ice is from the north.
And I’m going there,
Where he himself is pathetic.

And I’m going there, I’m going there
To destroy as much as possible
And I’m going there, I’m going there
To challenge what is black
And I’m going there, I’m going there
I already have a lot of hope
And I’m going there, I’m going there
To catch a raven

And I’m going there,
Where the ice is from the north.
And I’m going there,
Where dance music is.
And I’m going there,
Where the ice is from the north.
And I’m going there,
Where he himself is pathetic

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