Macht
C'ez nas viharji divjajo. Stuerme wueten ueber uns,
Mesta gorijo in telesa. es brennen Staedte und Menschenkoerper!
Slast nas stresa Lust durchstroemt uns.
Spet se c'es polja Ueber die Fluren lautet
Glasijo zvoki nas'e govorice, der Klang unserer Worte wider,
Ki nam molitev je in vrisk. die uns Gebet und Jauchzen sind.
Ne, ne dopusti vec', vesoljni bog, O allmaechtiger Gott, lass
Da bi nas'a sila potonila, unsere Kraft nie mehr schwinden,
Saj je tako brezmejno sladka, mila... denn sie ist so unendlich suess
Und lieb...
SLAST NAS STRESA! LUST DURCHSTROEMT UNS!
(Power
Storms rage over us,
Cities and human bodies are burning.
Lust flows through us.
Over the land the sound
Of our words rings out,
That are to us prayer and exultation. [Not 100% sure about this verse.]
O almighty God, never let
Our power fail again,
For it is so endlessly sweet and dear...
LUST FLOWS THROUGH US!)
Writer(s): Dejan Knez, Jani Novak, Milan Fras
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