Текст песни Нож для фрау Мюллер - Давай прокатимся на адской карусели

Out of your hands with blood I do not drink ,
and the throat does not compress your fingernails.
Go, like a coffin , on his last journey ,
burial wreaths adorning her hair .

To where the ball is ruled by Satan ,
where his horns we cried and sang .
Imp , cute, eyes with no bottom ,
Let's ride the infernal carousel