Laumė Songtext
von Sinamort

Dim lit cobblestone lies before my lazy eyes,
Embraced by the aspen in concrete cage,
Mechanical beast′s lungs.

Streak of light from street lamps stabs my retina,
I stumble towards the grass.
Feeble and limp, a true life's irony,
I grip tired oaken roots.
Distant yellow dots merge together
And bring my sleep.
Chuckles of youth surround this grotesque,
Shameful park.


Shimmer of damp weeds, the footsteps I hear,
Half-dressed silhouette of black haired witch.
Her bony cold limbs entangle my carcass,
The blood I thought ran out filled my hungry sins.
I felt the heat inside, murmur of her thighs,
That brought me back to life.

Our wet cold swing gawked by wooden skeletons,
Her cigarette laden breath and steady rhythm of infamy.
I tried to resist this soulless carnal ritual,
Sucked back I was again, willingness to be strong.

My lids slid open, the smell of fog I felt,
My body as useless as it′s ever been.
A drunken melody and laughter of the suits,
A bottle that brought my witch to me.