Den Samme Jodlen

In haste

Dear friend

I do not speak a lot

Do not believe them

It's a rumour on a coin (rumour on a coin)

Stay away from salons

Spirit’s embrace is long gone (spirit's embrace is long gone)

There's no speakers at the house

Summer’s open sea is helpful

In my horizon I can clearly regard

My enemies, you know?

I've never ever, ever been sanguine

As if twinkling blood could be confused with a boil

The wolves in my veins are foul

And let me tell you something hey

If they declare you 'round the bend

Don't listen to them (don't listen to them, don't listen to them)

I'm game

I'm being hunted and

These bastards will not give up

(Make it stop)

My fists already tightened

I’m chased to death and frightened

I write you this in haste and

I press your hand in mine