Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Biotopia, artist - ASP. Album song Reflexionen 2 - Best Of, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 29.03.2018
Record label: Trisol
Song language: Deutsch
Biotopia(original) |
Everyone carries it’s biotope with itself around |
Like an aura. |
apparently invisible habitat |
I look, which view of the close sheet roof beschirmt, |
To the border those steadily more near creeps than desert seam |
So thinly and tenderly a Häutchen of weak film around us So impenetrably nevertheless at the same time just as easily destroys |
Completely equal as close we stand yourself for' n, we are nevertheless |
Actually all alone in this world belongs to us We can see ourselves and hear the voices |
Everyone an isle in the endless sea |
Forgot to fly and cannot not swim |
The wings zerstochen, with pricks reinforced |
Are a Paria |
Have the highest mountain erklommen in Biotopia |
Expect that morning-red, the hope glow |
But year by year |
Cordially welcomes in Biotopia |
Still hold I look out and wait still |
? |
on you |
Everyone carries its biotope with itself around |
Into which it wraps itself to the protection as into a coat |
In my garden I hear a singing and it sound |
As the air of nightingale sound is fulfilled |
The molecules between us are galaxies |
Insurmountably why noncommitment governs |
Why, like hot we also for short time erglüh' n Everyone in the bowl of its Seins lonely erfriert |
We can see ourselves and hear the voices |
Everyone an isle in the endless sea |
Forgot to fly and cannot not swim |
The wings zerstochen, with pricks reinforced |
Are a Paria |
Have the highest mountain erklommen in Biotopia |
Expect that morning-red, the hope glow |
But year by year |
Cordially welcomes in Biotopia |
Still hold I look out and wait still |
? |
on you |
Everyone carries its biotope with itself around |
A Paradies, a strength-flowed through small spot rain forest |
So easily intermediate inhumanity suffocates in the smog |
We stand like stems against near-rolling bitumen |
Are a Paria |
Have the highest mountain erklommen in Biotopia |
Expect that morning-red, the hope glow |
But year by year |
Cordially welcomes in Biotopia |
Still hold I look out and wait still |
? |
on you |
(translation) |
Everyone carries it's biotope with itself around |
Like an aura. |
apparently invisible habitat |
I look, which view of the close sheet roof, |
To the border those steadily more near creeps than desert seam |
So thinly and tenderly a skin of weak film around us So impenetrably nevertheless at the same time just as easily destroys |
Completely equal as close we stand yourself for' n, we are nevertheless |
Actually all alone in this world belongs to us We can see ourselves and hear the voices |
Everyone on an island in the endless sea |
Forgot to fly and cannot not swim |
The wings pricked, with pricks reinforced |
Are a pariah |
Have climbed the highest mountain in Biotopia |
Expect that morning-red, the hope glow |
But year by year |
Cordially welcomes in Biotopia |
Still hold I look out and wait still |
? |
on you |
Everyone carries its biotope with itself around |
Into which it wraps itself to the protection as into a coat |
In my garden I hear a singing and it sound |
As the air of nightingale sound is fulfilled |
The molecules between us are galaxies |
Insurmountably why noncommitment governors |
Why, like hot we also for a short time glow 'n everyone in the bowl of its being lonely freezes to death |
We can see ourselves and hear the voices |
Everyone on an island in the endless sea |
Forgot to fly and cannot not swim |
The wings pricked, with pricks reinforced |
Are a pariah |
Have climbed the highest mountain in Biotopia |
Expect that morning-red, the hope glow |
But year by year |
Cordially welcomes in Biotopia |
Still hold I look out and wait still |
? |
on you |
Everyone carries its biotope with itself around |
A paradise, a strength-flowed through small spot rain forest |
So easily intermediate inhumanity suffocates in the smog |
We stand like stems against near-rolling bitumen |
Are a pariah |
Have climbed the highest mountain in Biotopia |
Expect that morning-red, the hope glow |
But year by year |
Cordially welcomes in Biotopia |
Still hold I look out and wait still |
? |
on you |