Lyrics
When mice get ready with this song quick
Strange, odd lyrics drenched in mathematics
In your steam-like gown
You block the corridors
Don't you want to rule your fellow man one day?
Do you remember how we sat together
Doing zen and strikes on the head
The iron was still hot
I burnt my finger
We will play with this
But that is forbidden
That is even a solid fact for me
Now we have a chamber of amber
A Bernsteinzimmer
Our private property:
Shoes, clothes,
Bankrupts of astringency
The iron was still hot
I burnt my fingers
I burnt my fingers
Chronology
Interpretations
- "Bernsteinzimmer" is a German translation of "chamber of amber"
Song themes
