SCT. HANS BLUES
For years I’ve been having a nightmare or dream
I never am able to tell
A call from the past that sounds like a scream
A haunting and beautiful spell
A guardian angel that touches my mind
She wordlessly unfolds my heart
I wake up in darkness and leave her behind
Such many a mile apart
The daughter of the sainted pity in pain
A flower imprisoned by flesh
She’s wetted and stained by a merciless rain
A tranquillized village of death
Her spirit in chains, yet far beyond reach
Once more in a world made of locks
Her tears are a key to a universe each
Of grief of which nobody talks
I want her, I need her, I lust for her soul
I want to reveal my desire
But read on her lips the love that I stole
And wake up to feel her expire
She’ll never betray me, she won’t ever speak
About me or my secret sin
She knows that the mind of a lover is weak
And treasures it under her skin
For years I’ve been having a nightmare or dream
I’ll never be able to tell
A call from the past that sounds like a scream
A haunting and beautiful spell
A guardian angel that touches my mind
She wordlessly unfolds my heart
I wake up in darkness and leave her behind
Such many a mile apart