اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Colour world, plastic world
deprived of feelings, washed out from the poetry
in the damp of the underground
my instincts getting sharp, I mock these times
Feel, what I'm feeling now
Feel, I'm a child child from underground
Truth in dirt, salvation in hands
Here everything is real; I shape time like plasticine
Over there, up on the ground
This world makes me sick
Sugar and Vaseline
Feel like me little child
Feel, I'm a fly from underground
