I think you wouldn't understand it
I want you
O verdadeiro sentido do amor é a partilha,não é o dar e receber que nos torna unos, a verdadeira felicidade reside na partilha...
Existe em todos nós o anseio pelo selvagem.
Existem poucos antídotos aceites na nossa cultura para este nosso desejo ardente.
Ensinaram-nos a ter vergonha destes tipos de aspirações.
No entanto, o espectro do Homem Selvagem ainda nos atormenta noite e dia.
Não importa onde estejamos, a sombra que corre atrás de nós tem decididamente quatro patas.
Adaptado de Clarissa Pinkola Estés.
Coloquei um video original dos Rammstein e a letra em Inglês. Para que todos possamos ver a forma como, abordaram este nosso desejo...
"You smell so good"
Insanity
Is only a narrow bridge
the banks are reason and desire
I'm going after you
the sunlight confuses the mind
A blind child that's crawling forward
because it smells it's mother
The track is fresh and onto the bridge
drips your sweat and your warm blood
I don't see you
I only smell you and I sense you
A predator that screams with hunger
I scent you for miles
You smell so good
You smell so good
I'm coming after you
You smell so good
I'll find you
So good
So good
I'm coming after you
You smell so good
I'll have you shortly
I'll wait till it is dark
Then I'll touch your wet skin
don't tell on me
Oh don't you see the bridge is burning
Stop screaming don't defend yourself
Because otherwise it breaks apart
You smell so good
You smell so good
I'm coming after you
You smell so good
I'll find you
So good
So good
I'm coming after you
You smell so good
I'll have you shortly
You smell so good
You smell so good
I'm coming after you
You smell so good
I'll find you
So good
So good
I have come upon you
You smell so good
I'm coming after you
You smell so good
You smell so good
Now I have you
Day after day, love turns grey...
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night,
we pretend its all right...
But... I have grown older... and
You have grown colder... and
Nothing is very much fun... any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.
Its the best words to express my feelings, Cold... Tight... and Dry!