Rammstein - Feuer Und Wasser

Money flowed towards us. Everywhere we went to celebrations. As soon as we arrived, all the signs of triumph were evident. The walls are full of posters, garlands of multi-colored flags hang overhead. Often we found among the green trees in the central square a bright linen dome of the circus, and a flag fluttered above it. It occurred to me that it was not at all the mysterious impresario who warned Oreste over the phone, he just had an innate sense of celebration, he finds them, like birds, the ultimate goal of a flight. It was as if we were hovering on a soap bubble or on a cloud, never descending to the ground, as if we were not people, but some kind of elves or careless cicadas - we only sang and frolic. Not a single sight was missed. They rushed like crazy from one end of the city to the other, so that after the performance in the circus they could have time to break into the theater.Even at our own concerts in the hall or in the open air, we to some extent felt like spectators. I sang, accompanied, and this did not stop me from listening to the miraculous voice of Valerian or admiring the virtuoso playing of Oreste on the accordion. At the end of the episode, I applauded with no less enthusiasm than the audience.