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Hot tribal night underneath fluorescent skies Bonfires rage strange wild waving shouting Picasso faces In the guise of a lioness, the wind kisses her burning dress You can feel her animal eyes, you can hear them cry "Be the jewel around my neck, never a tear on my burning dress" Lying paralyzed, a brave prey who lays dying And is surrounded by angry spirits, hunters, guns, drums and elephants Why is this night quiet? Filled with with trees, filled with eyes As she prowls around my feet, she throws back her headdress and cries "Now you will be mine, be my young lion" Why is this night quiet? Why the trees filled with eyes? As she prowls around my feet, she throws back her headdress and cries "Be my young lion" Aus Songtexte Mania