One of the single best metal songs ever written, period. When those drums first start banging that guitar kicks in, if your body isn't moving, then you are dead inside. Also, all of their songs are amazing live and to me, they're the best live band.
At that time Rammstein still designed their costumes themselves. Actually they wanted to look uniform, but then everyone wanted to add their individual style, so in the end they all looked different.
translation Let me ride your tears Over chin to Africa Again in the womb of the lioness Where I once was at home Between your long legs I look for snow from the last year But there is no more snow
Let me ride your tears Over clouds, without a luck The big bird pushes his head Gently back into his hiding place Between your long legs I look for sand from the last year But there is no more sand
Longing hides Like an insect While asleep you don't notice That it bites you I'll never be happy anywhere The finger slips to Mexico But it sinks in the ocean Longing is so cruel
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I thinks that song is still based on the inability of GDR people to visit the world. The longing for foreign countries is well expressed in that oriental style of the melody. Key sentence for me is "the finger goes to Mexico, but then he drowns in the ocean"
Yes, you could see it that way - but here is an interpretation of "Sehnsucht" by blogger Bodenski that seems more plausible to me in relation to the entire album: let me ride your teardrop over the chin to Africa back into the bosom of the lions where I once was at home between your long legs look for last year's snow but there is no more snow That's what it says in the booklet. Important: "tears" not "tears" and "between your long legs" and not "between your long legs". My interpretation approach is not wanderlust, but sex. And not flowery sex, but tough sex that still doesn't bring fulfillment. The ciphers in the first block are tear, chin, Africa, lioness's lap. I assume that this is encrypted anatomical information. The journey goes through several stations and the lyrical I reports where it ends up: "between your long legs". The womb of the lioness would therefore be the female pubic area. Africa would be a southern region corresponding to it. The tear gives me a headache. For a while I thought it might be the clitoris because of the shape. After all, the tear is in the number and "riding your tear" would then be self-explanatory. But why over the chin? Perhaps the sexual act begins orally. As I said: ciphers need keys and I don't have one ready here. If we were to think of punctuation marks, the whole sentence construction would first go up to and including line 5, then one could insert an "I" (the lyricist rationalized that away because he wanted to stay in meter) and start again. "I'm looking for the snow..." So here's the next code. Snow generally stands for the intoxicant cocaine. It is quite obvious that this is also an interpretation. Cocaine is a drug that is said to be very stimulating when combined with sex. The lyrical I in the present text, however, does not reach the longed-for intoxicated state one way or the other. But it would also be possible to assume that snow was behind the cipher. It may not be the first time the lyrical self is having sex with the person, in which case you should be very lucky if you don't find snow. let me ride your teardrop above clouds with no luck the big bird shoves its head gently back to his hiding place between your long legs find the sand from last year but there is no more sand Till Lindemann likes to work mechanically from time to time. The entire textual construct is repeated, lines 1 and 5 are identical, the last two lines are searched again and not found. In connection with the tear that has to be ridden, “Clouds without Luck” turn into a cipher again, for which I have no conclusive interpretation. However, the feeling that this line creates is clear: the lyrical self is denied fulfillment, the happy ending. In return, the lyricist makes it easy for us to use the “big bird” concept, even if equating the male member penetrating a vagina with the head of a bird (ostrich = long bare neck and head?) is unflattering. The sand is even more confusing than the snow, but it corresponds to Africa, which is stereotypically imagined as a dry country. longing hidden himself like an insect you don't notice when you sleep that it stings you The refrain of the song began quite late, this time not with a cipher, but with a simile and a somewhat bumpy one at that. Comparing abstract terms with concrete terms can easily backfire. Longing is a feeling. How is it supposed to hide under a rock or in a crack in a tree? But since insects are always on the side of the devil and the rhyme pops so beautifully, that's okay. So the longing that has become an insect stings the lyrical ego in sleep, and what kind of longing is that? The longing for anal intercourse! Then: I'll never be happy anywhere the finger slides to Mexico but he sinks into the ocean Longing is so cruel Longing At least since Mickie Krause's "Finger im Po, Mexico" we know where Mexico is on the anatomical map. The finger has an important role there in foreplay, the rest is silence. Unfortunately, this interpretation approach gives us the next cipher, because in which ocean does the finger sink? Well, I think I've been clear enough, so I'll leave this riddle to the willing and now sensitized reader. Conclusion: Nobody sings about sexual practices outside the norm as skillfully as Till Lindemann. However, it is possible that this is all just a misunderstanding, because rock stars also like to vacation on white beaches.
@@TFlex4 Very in detail and not a bad one. But you know that Rammstein loves, that anyone has his/her own interpretation. This is why I like Rammstein, because no one is really "right or wrong" and sometimes it might be completely different, from what some think it might be. Enjoy your Sunday.
@@andreagruber5813 danke Andrea, ich stimme 100% zu !!! Diese Freiheit der Interpretation ist glaub ich auch das, was die Jungs von Rammstein aus den Leuten rauskitzeln wollen...und wahrscheinlich dann auch verschmitzt darauf lauern, wenn sie es in den Kommentaren und Reaktionen zu ihren Texten finden können 😉Dir auch eine schöne Woche 🙃
You could spend your life drowning in the lyrics, or a couple minutes enjoying the pounding rhythm. I do both, but I am flawed and unhealthy. I make no reccomendations. The fan made video for Adios is pretty frickin tight, but it's your choice to watch it.
One of the single best metal songs ever written, period. When those drums first start banging that guitar kicks in, if your body isn't moving, then you are dead inside.
Also, all of their songs are amazing live and to me, they're the best live band.
At that time Rammstein still designed their costumes themselves. Actually they wanted to look uniform, but then everyone wanted to add their individual style, so in the end they all looked different.
But some things never change; paul is goofing around, and Schneider is grinning happily behind his drums.
Excelente reacción cada canción de live aus Berlín merece reacción para mí vida hay un antes y después del live aus Berlín saludos
Thank you for another great reaction to another Awesome Rammstein performance 💕
Yeah another great réaction ❤ please for the next rammstein ….. links 2,3,4 on live in paris 😍😍😍
translation
Let me ride your tears
Over chin to Africa
Again in the womb of the lioness
Where I once was at home
Between your long legs
I look for snow from the last year
But there is no more snow
Let me ride your tears
Over clouds, without a luck
The big bird pushes his head
Gently back into his hiding place
Between your long legs
I look for sand from the last year
But there is no more sand
Longing hides
Like an insect
While asleep you don't notice
That it bites you
I'll never be happy anywhere
The finger slips to Mexico
But it sinks in the ocean
Longing is so cruel
More songs from live aus Berlin ;)
Your performance is also very amazing, Liz ^^
Thank you! 😄
Hello, Liz&Chelle I'm Aris from of the Indonesian state of manado so pleased with the content of your youtube channel musicians' reactions. Next, please react to the Indonesian band DEWA 19 feat all star under the title love is blind. Thank's very much for Liz&Chelle. and good luck and good health
You only understand the Video when you understand german. It is the Best and emotional video for germans
Others speak German too.
👍❤
SEHNSUCHT >.
Moin! 👍 Check Till Lindemann's solo project LINDEMANN , Songs steh wieder auf, praise abort, Knebel and more.
All leckerts un best ut Germany 😁👍
I thinks that song is still based on the inability of GDR people to visit the world. The longing for foreign countries is well expressed in that oriental style of the melody. Key sentence for me is "the finger goes to Mexico, but then he drowns in the ocean"
Yes, you could see it that way - but here is an interpretation of "Sehnsucht" by blogger Bodenski that seems more plausible to me in relation to the entire album:
let me ride your teardrop
over the chin to Africa
back into the bosom of the lions
where I once was at home
between your long legs
look for last year's snow
but there is no more snow
That's what it says in the booklet. Important: "tears" not "tears" and "between your long legs" and not "between your long legs".
My interpretation approach is not wanderlust, but sex. And not flowery sex, but tough sex that still doesn't bring fulfillment. The ciphers in the first block are tear, chin, Africa, lioness's lap. I assume that this is encrypted anatomical information. The journey goes through several stations and the lyrical I reports where it ends up: "between your long legs". The womb of the lioness would therefore be the female pubic area. Africa would be a southern region corresponding to it. The tear gives me a headache. For a while I thought it might be the clitoris because of the shape. After all, the tear is in the number and "riding your tear" would then be self-explanatory. But why over the chin? Perhaps the sexual act begins orally. As I said: ciphers need keys and I don't have one ready here.
If we were to think of punctuation marks, the whole sentence construction would first go up to and including line 5, then one could insert an "I" (the lyricist rationalized that away because he wanted to stay in meter) and start again.
"I'm looking for the snow..." So here's the next code. Snow generally stands for the intoxicant cocaine. It is quite obvious that this is also an interpretation. Cocaine is a drug that is said to be very stimulating when combined with sex. The lyrical I in the present text, however, does not reach the longed-for intoxicated state one way or the other. But it would also be possible to assume that snow was behind the cipher. It may not be the first time the lyrical self is having sex with the person, in which case you should be very lucky if you don't find snow.
let me ride your teardrop
above clouds with no luck
the big bird shoves its head
gently back to his hiding place
between your long legs
find the sand from last year
but there is no more sand
Till Lindemann likes to work mechanically from time to time. The entire textual construct is repeated, lines 1 and 5 are identical, the last two lines are searched again and not found. In connection with the tear that has to be ridden, “Clouds without Luck” turn into a cipher again, for which I have no conclusive interpretation. However, the feeling that this line creates is clear: the lyrical self is denied fulfillment, the happy ending. In return, the lyricist makes it easy for us to use the “big bird” concept, even if equating the male member penetrating a vagina with the head of a bird (ostrich = long bare neck and head?) is unflattering. The sand is even more confusing than the snow, but it corresponds to Africa, which is stereotypically imagined as a dry country.
longing hidden
himself like an insect
you don't notice when you sleep
that it stings you
The refrain of the song began quite late, this time not with a cipher, but with a simile and a somewhat bumpy one at that. Comparing abstract terms with concrete terms can easily backfire. Longing is a feeling. How is it supposed to hide under a rock or in a crack in a tree? But since insects are always on the side of the devil and the rhyme pops so beautifully, that's okay. So the longing that has become an insect stings the lyrical ego in sleep, and what kind of longing is that? The longing for anal intercourse! Then:
I'll never be happy anywhere
the finger slides to Mexico
but he sinks into the ocean
Longing is so cruel
Longing
At least since Mickie Krause's "Finger im Po, Mexico" we know where Mexico is on the anatomical map. The finger has an important role there in foreplay, the rest is silence. Unfortunately, this interpretation approach gives us the next cipher, because in which ocean does the finger sink? Well, I think I've been clear enough, so I'll leave this riddle to the willing and now sensitized reader.
Conclusion: Nobody sings about sexual practices outside the norm as skillfully as Till Lindemann. However, it is possible that this is all just a misunderstanding, because rock stars also like to vacation on white beaches.
@@TFlex4 Very in detail and not a bad one. But you know that Rammstein loves, that anyone has his/her own interpretation. This is why I like Rammstein, because no one is really "right or wrong" and sometimes it might be completely different, from what some think it might be. Enjoy your Sunday.
@@andreagruber5813 danke Andrea, ich stimme 100% zu !!! Diese Freiheit der Interpretation ist glaub ich auch das, was die Jungs von Rammstein aus den Leuten rauskitzeln wollen...und wahrscheinlich dann auch verschmitzt darauf lauern, wenn sie es in den Kommentaren und Reaktionen zu ihren Texten finden können 😉Dir auch eine schöne Woche 🙃
@@TFlex4 Till prefers fishing in Alaska to white beaches. And I am fairly certain your interpretation is close to the intention.
You could spend your life drowning in the lyrics, or a couple minutes enjoying the pounding rhythm. I do both, but I am flawed and unhealthy. I make no reccomendations.
The fan made video for Adios is pretty frickin tight, but it's your choice to watch it.
Till Lindemann is an Olympic...
SINGER.
*😉To those of you who know what I mean. Lol
Mam plz react suriya maathraan movie Nani koni song 🥲🥺
That is not the original soundtrack from this concert. 😢😭😭😭
Original video is uncesured !!
First ♥️
😍🤍✨
Crowd Sound in this video is an unnecessary overdub. Original sound is much better 🤷♂️
u don´t have to support rammstein. they made more money u can ever imagine.