Engel by Engel

Engel

Wer zu Lebzeit gut auf Erden

wird nach dem Tod ein Engel werden

den Blick gen Himmel fragst Du dann

warumman sie nicht sehen kann

After she died I stopped. The passion that had once fueled me, the fire of my being, had been relinqueshed. I couldn't understand it. What had I done to be standing at this grave with the carved marble of an angel? I looked up. She was an angel, somewhere. But that would mean she had wings, so why didn't she fly down to me? Why couldn't I see her?

Erst wenn die Wolken schlafen gehn

kann man uns am Himmel sehen

wir haben Angst und sind allein

Gott weib ich will kein Engel sein

I wanted to be happy. I wanted her to be happy. I want to see her, with her beautiful smile and wings. She had to have wings, my cher had to! (1) But why did she have to go? Why couldn't she had stayed with me? I'm terrified to live the rest of my life alone. I don't think I can. Whatever happens to me, though, she will be happy. Happy that I loved her 'till the day she died.

Sie leben hinterm Sonnenschein

getrennt von uns unendlich weit

sie mussen sich an Sterne krallen (ganz fest)

damit sie nicht vom Himmel fallen

But then, she never really died. She's still here, in my heart, and I'm alive on Earth, all of me, and she is part of me, so she is still alive. But in her life that isn't, it's like she's behind this wall and there isn't any way to reach her. We know the other is there.

But thats all. I see her, but my memory fade. It seems like the longer you think on someone, the sharper and better you'll remember them.

But I think about her every day and night, every waking moment.

Does that mean I am going to die, because I am forgetting? Isn't it true that you come back as someone else, and live life again, but you don't remember? Isn't that deja vu?

Will we ever truly reach a paradise?

Erst wenn die Wolken schlafen gehn

kann man uns am himmel sehen

wir haben Angst und sind allein

Gott weib ich will kein Engel sein

I wanted her so badly. To feel her hand on my cheek, her love for me. To know that she, who was so beautiful, would have anything at all to do with me.It was amazing, the way she made me feel.

No one else ever could, no one else ever will. The only thing that makes me feel is her death, and that is anger, angst, grief, rage, hate, and sadness. I've been locked into this room with many doors and the only one I have a key to is behind a wall, out of my reach, who has wings but can not fly.

My angel, I love you. I would never hurt you. I won't drag you to hell with me. I won''t condem you to a crime you didn't commit.

Erst wenn die Wolken schlafen gehn

kann man uns am Himmel sehen

wir haben Angst und sind allein

Gott weib ich willl kein Engel sein

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Winter won't delete my account, and I got bored. So there you go. I can't figure out how to change the language on the lyrics, but whatever.

"Engel" by Rammstein. Go Till!

Charlie Good