Korova - Der Schlafmann Kommt Lyrics
Flies are the Cameras of God. Invisibly connected to the eternalFrequence of their collective Data-Memory they are watching fromevery Corner since Millions of Years, dragging all Seen withinthem, and if we dare to listen they buzz their Films into ourDreams...A 'Bowl with gleamfresh Milkand Bread from Worker's Hand' - Tasteaccompanies blurred Views of Movement,curved in a Point with Wings and Eyes.It buzzes a Wave like in dump Fever-Memoriesand wobbles sweet Circles around the Child's Eyes.Dusk in young Senses, to warm Realms they drown,bewiched by the Voice of the Flymanand Sleepman comes - Echoworld CaravanDreamsandhead synapsed to Diamonds,back to the Bottom where it all began,the Mirrors of Echoworld.Sheep keep on counting into the warm Whoolfuneral WhirlsSleep deep down falling into dead Angle's shining Worlds...and loose all ClingMarks."Folge mir in den Sonnenscheindurch Zauberfelder und Stdte aus Eins.Bald wrd' Dein Leben ein glserner Sarg,hier bleibst Du Licht, alle Freunde sind da,Komm!"When will I see Mum and Daddy again?Sie kommen bald nach!Will Peter join us, and Mary and Dave?Wann immer er schlft!High down so heavy we fly Timecream-Skies.Children are playing and sing by our Side,Schala-la-la, Der Schlafmann kommt.Schlaf, schlafe, schlafe, komm und bleibe fr immer...Das Kind ganz ruhig im Bette liegt,blau im Gesicht, mit leerem Blick,und starrt der Mutter Trnen wund:"Der Schlafmann hat mich heimgeholt..."...and if we dare to follow we never will return...