Turkish Love Song
from Clara Engel by Clara Engel
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the scene is dim
a violin is weeping on the street corner
passers by float arm and arm through the night
in my cold seabed room
without warmth of arms or fire
i fell asleep and a strange metal flower cut me
i woke up crying
i have nothing left for bleeding
and now from my chest
a tarnished blossom blooms
cut it off
my skin is screaming
dig it out
it's cold as knives
the scene outside is now deep and black
the violin shrieks wild and burning
its death rattle runs on fire
down my spine
and this metal flower
odourless as winter
it's cold and bitter
and now there's blood on my fingers
tell me what have i ever done to you?
now you've wound your chain around my neck
i feel your hands in mine
your breath on my lips
you've burnt your circle
black
into my chest
you've branded me sleeping
you've sown my blood
with your metal roses
a violin is weeping on the street corner
passers by float arm and arm through the night
in my cold seabed room
without warmth of arms or fire
i fell asleep and a strange metal flower cut me
i woke up crying
i have nothing left for bleeding
and now from my chest
a tarnished blossom blooms
cut it off
my skin is screaming
dig it out
it's cold as knives
the scene outside is now deep and black
the violin shrieks wild and burning
its death rattle runs on fire
down my spine
and this metal flower
odourless as winter
it's cold and bitter
and now there's blood on my fingers
tell me what have i ever done to you?
now you've wound your chain around my neck
i feel your hands in mine
your breath on my lips
you've burnt your circle
black
into my chest
you've branded me sleeping
you've sown my blood
with your metal roses
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Clara Engel,
released 23 April 2006
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