Letra de In der palaestra

In Der Palaestra

As through the pipes the waters fell down to the bottom of the well,
in listless apathy I gazed at the cold waters ? - as he bathed.
I half behold that scenery and its most sensual masculinity.
Yet, disappointment, oh, can´t you see, is still the cause and the cardinal symptom of my sick, sad reality.

Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine. I´m shyly sipping
water ? while he drinks whole jugs of wine. He likes all kind of women, and I ? I only HATE ? men.
He marvels at all things new to him ? - and I only wait ? for all things in this sick world ? to end.

The water pouring down his spine, caressed his strong physique, oh, so well-defined, calm like a rock he stands, oh, behold his beautiful body and soul a friendly God must have built this man to an all well-balanced whole.
What sad bewilderment this brought, physical clearness, alas, still so much abhorred:
an ancient ghost awoke and fiercely arose in me:
it was that old, savage, yet half-forgotten ideal of perfect neutrality.

Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine. I´m shyly sipping water?
while he drinks whole jugs of wine. He likes all kind of women, and I?
I only HATE? men.
He marvels at all things new to him? -
and I only wait? for all things in this sick world? to end.

I somewhat envy this naturally beautiful man, he never knew or encountered the hatred and shame that I bare.
The doubt, the cloak of disgust and the all-devouring dread, and if I told him about it,
he might only shake his head with kindly amused, melodious laughter,
he then would perhaps merely smile at my ? oh, so stupid silliness ?
and the BEAST that is raging inside.