Man förknippar ju alltid Rammstein med högljudd och snabb musik. Lite vrålande, mörka röster och snabba trummor. Men, låten Frühling in Paris från deras senaste album är typ, den finaste låten jag någonsin har lyssnat på. Jag har den på repeat just nu. Älskar't.

 

In a dress made of light she came up to me
I know like it was today
I was so young
Feeling awkward
But still I never regretted it

She shouted words into my face
The tongue bristled with lust
It was only her language I didn’t understand
I didn’t regret it

Oh no, there’s nothing at all
Oh no, I regret nothing

When I left her skin
Spring bleeds in Paris

I didn’t know my body
Too shy to look at it
She showed it to me in the light
I've never regretted it

The lips often sold but soft
And touch them eternally
When I left her mouth
Then I began to freeze

She shouted words into my face
The tongue bristled with lust
It was only her language I didn’t understand
I don’t regret it

Oh no, there’s nothing at all
Oh no, I regret nothing

When I left her skin
Spring bleeds in Paris

A whisper fell into my lap
And would lead a fine sound
Speaking a lot and saying nothing
And it felt good

She shouted words into my face
And took a deep bow
It was only her language I didn’t understand
I don’t regret it

Oh no, there’s nothing at all
Oh no, I regret nothing

When I abandon her skin
Spring bleeds in Paris