PIERROT OBJECTS
They have made me an airy apologyFor the crude insistence of their flesh!They have made me twist my tongueInto fickle nonchalance!With a languid impudenceI have tarried underneath the moon,While the haggard reticenceOf their lives forgot itself within me!Well, I am rebellingAt the men who make meTheir grimacing marionnette!Let them find another dancing-teacherFor their dull, unruffled fears.I am off to tear my black and whiteInto shreds, within a valleyWhere nakedness and colours do not needAn artificial night to make them brave!
They have made me an airy apologyFor the crude insistence of their flesh!They have made me twist my tongueInto fickle nonchalance!With a languid impudenceI have tarried underneath the moon,While the haggard reticenceOf their lives forgot itself within me!Well, I am rebellingAt the men who make meTheir grimacing marionnette!Let them find another dancing-teacherFor their dull, unruffled fears.I am off to tear my black and whiteInto shreds, within a valleyWhere nakedness and colours do not needAn artificial night to make them brave!
They have made me an airy apology
For the crude insistence of their flesh!
They have made me twist my tongue
Into fickle nonchalance!
With a languid impudence
I have tarried underneath the moon,
While the haggard reticence
Of their lives forgot itself within me!
Well, I am rebelling
At the men who make me
Their grimacing marionnette!
Let them find another dancing-teacher
For their dull, unruffled fears.
I am off to tear my black and white
Into shreds, within a valley
Where nakedness and colours do not need
An artificial night to make them brave!