Coppelia

Outskirts of town, acrylic window
Reflecting on the road
Wearing a tight dress
The dream was crying
Feeling an unusual coldness only on the right side
Even pretending to be surprised
The trembling shoulders won't stop

The impulsive lies
The seemingly knowledgeable words
Carrying them without fitting

Oh, I see, that's how it is
Alone, savoring it, dancing while laughing

The blurred hair color is white
The creaking eyes
Are looking into the darkness

Eventually, from the unfamiliar loneliness
To the infinitely distant truth
A withered voice will reach
That is eternity, that is an illusion

Sand filled the torn heart
But only that unfulfilled feeling
Can be felt, not connected
The seasons change like clockwork
Yet I remain closed off
From that scenery

Gestures and forms now
Breaking
Hearts endlessly
Time flows away

Even with the usual promises
Time in the wind refuses
Leaving unfulfilled desires
In a rough impulse and a twisted dynamic

Thinking I'm in love
Unable to distinguish between reality and just a play
Hey, I'm just a Coppelia

The impulsive lies
The seemingly knowledgeable words
Carrying them without fitting

Oh, I see, that's how it is
Alone, savoring it, dancing while laughing

The blurred hair color is white
The creaking eyes
Are looking into the darkness

Living in a place
Where even pain is a thing of the past
In the end, how pitifully I declare
That is eternity, that is an illusion