Clockwork Dandy, when you laugh, I feel like children tremble with fear
and their mothers are hiding them in brush lockers, for only they don't meet you
Crying is pouring out a wild wave that drowns the innocents and throw the bad on their knees
You know how to make the world love you and hate you at the same time
Sometimes you smile wryly, looking at the ugliness that surrounds you
and then want to change everything, but you can't do anything
Only your laughter, from which the shivers go through the backs, can change something
Laugh, Clockwork Dandy, as loud as you can
In your small house near the Fleet Street, where modes of eternity work
The beauty of the destroyed world, of destroyed dreams
As I walk through the ashes, bones are breaking under my feet
This is a dry, crackling sound of the final end
End of the world...
Am I the last living creature, walking under the rays of the dying sun?
Silence embraces me like a cloak and I look into his red shield
Soon nightfall
Darkness will prevail...
When the dry desert sand is the only thing
what remained after people
Does it make sense to wait until my eyes turn silent as silent are my mouth?
... oblivion...
Even if I am the last one looking at the face of Earth
I still smell the scent of the last flower
that died yesterday.
Giv