Black - Schiller, Jette von Roth

It pleases me;

it’s not too strange

Beneath the undergrowth

I hear a sound from another side

I look around for another try

The long way 'round from the other side

Down to the ground just another try

I need nerves of steel

Nothing’s been the same

It’s not always white

Sometimes it’s black inside

It pleases me;

I feel a change

My hands are trembling

I got a flame that burns inside

I cannot hide this change

It pleases me;

it’s not too strange

Beneath the undergrowth

My wings open wide and I realize

It’s not always white

Sometimes it’s black inside