I made this a long time ago...
I think this is how I say Goodbye, and I'll always miss who you were..
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"In a dress of light she approached me,
I remember it like it was yesterday."
I found you, but you approached me first. We met. You spoke the first words. You made the first moves. You broke the ice.
And I still remember it all like it was yesterday.
"I was so young, felt embarrassed,
But I've never regretted it."
When we first met, even before that, it was like you were already "mine."
How it says "I was so young", I see the youth here was our relationship feeling "so young". We barely knew each other. I was shy at how fast you thought we might be going with it all. But in the end; I've never regretted it. Not one single bit. Everything about it just felt so right.
"She spoke words right to my face.
Her tongue strewed lust.
But I didn't understand her language."
When you spoke to me, I would always constantly find myself getting lost in your words.
I did listen, but sometimes it was almost that I didn't need to understand your words. You're talking to me, that's all I needed to make me feel content and relaxed, it was just your voice.
Your tongue stewed lust, your voice, the way you used your words. Whether it was intended to be sexual or not, you always managed to turn me on unintentionally.
"I have not regretted it."
That speaks for itself.
"Oh no, nothing at all.
Oh no, I regret nothing at all."
As much as I hate the way it ended, I don't and I never will regret you.
I will never regret anything about you, anything I've said, anything we've done.
"When I left her skin,"
That painful moment when my hands slipped from yours, as we say "goodbye."
"Springtime bleeds in Paris."
Springtime brings rain.
Rain is what people call "miserable weather".
The rain is being a metaphor for some form of "tears".
But spring is also known to be such a beautiful and love filled season.
So what we had here is misery and happiness all rolled into the one.
Springtime = misery and happiness.
Paris is known as "the city of love and romance".
I see Paris as being a metaphor for the heart.
Paris = my heart.
And that explains exactly how it felt, when my skin left yours, or when my hands slipped from yours. Or our lips parted for the last time.
Springtime: "tears and misery" (but at the same time) "love and happiness", bleeds from Paris; my heart.
When my hands slipped from yours; misery, tears, love and happiness all bled from within my heart.
"I didn't know my body,
I dreaded so the sight.
She showed it to me in the light.
I have never regretted it."
Insecurities we had within ourselves.
I dreaded you finding the sights, finding them out.
You did and you accepted me for exactly who I am and made me feel comfortable with who I physically am. It's so hard for me to feel that with people, but with you, I did. And it was the same with you.
And of course, I never regretted it.
"Her lips easily sold, yet soft,
And to touch them for eternity."
Your lips were so easily sold on me, I didn't need to think twice before I touched them.
And when I touched them, I never wanted it to end. To touch them for eternity was my wildest dream.
"When I left her mouth,
Then I began to freeze."
The speechlessness you gave me when your lips touched mine, and when they left. They'd leave, you'd pull away, and I never knew what to say. I freeze.
"She spoke words right to my face.
Her tongue strewed lust.
But I didn't understand her language,
I have not regretted it."
"Oh no, nothing at all.
Oh no, I don't regret anything.
When I left her skin,
Springtime bleeds in Paris."
"A whisper fell into my lap,
And made a marvellous sound.
Talked a lot, said nothing,
And it felt so good."
This just reminds me of the first time we were intimate with one another.
The whole 'talked a lot, but said nothing'. So much of what we said was done with actions rather than words. Well we didn't really have a choice because we couldn't be noisy anyway.
And yes, it felt sooo good. Beyond what any words could comprehend...
"She shouted words at my face.
And bowed down low.
But I didn't understand her language,
I haven't regretted it."
"Oh no, nothing at all.
Oh no, I don't regret anything.
When I left her skin,
Springtime bleeds in Paris."
Goodbye..
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Musical credits;
"Frühling in Paris"
Original song written and performed by "Rammstein."
This orchestra version is the work of "Marco Kasiske."
See here for his channel; http://www.youtube.com/user/CoinOperatedJunge
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Really great vid bro, and good version of Frühling In Paris ^^
guitarmaster623 6 months ago