Gossen [English translation]

Look here, we have our new beautiful world

Look here, we have the boy, a true artist

The world seems strange to a friend of order

Such an ugly and strange mixture of colours and shapes

He fetches his palette, picks up his canvas

The paintbrush in his grip, a bit of paint tube

Better for one if one makes it easy for one

He has gotten himself a tightly twisted precept

And now he tells you to wake up

Because you're on the wrong side of the scale

And your opinion has stained itself

He doesn't care about your fuckin' teaching aids

Everything which you have learned is worth its' weight in water

And what you're painting now is made of watercolour

But look, here is our new beautiful world, look here, we have the boy, a true artist

[Chorus:]

Oh, but dear God, it has to end

It's starting to look like goddamn lying

Art is no substitute

It is enough as it is, oh my god

It has to end

It's starting to look like goddamn lying

Art is no substitute

It is enough as it is, oh my god

A bright spark yells "darky", the boy jumps

Here, portraits will be made, the boy finds his true image

What do you mean "denigrated"? He's just colouring in

The boy is so docile, there are already lines there

The colouring book has figures and motifs

Educational and good, suddenly it's been painted there

Think what colours there are when you're tracing something

Why do that when you just need two of them?

The boy thinks, throws the one away

Which doesn't fit into the mold, because that's not strange... right?

Think blue with a clear conscience

Think red and earn black, go ahead, but

The boy has you inside his frame, calculates his calculus and copies

So you go ahead and think that you're a unique individual

When he paints your portrait, and you're so pretty in his picture

[Chorus]

Convoluting with colours, nuances and scales

In my portrait, with my attempt to portray it

He laughs at mine

He's figured it all out

It is black and white

It is white and black

But I have plainly seen how you do everything, unmethodically

Sitting there by yourselves, painting him black-and-white

Then the amount of boys will increase drastically

If you yourselves choose to paint him in black-and-white

He wants to paint me in black and white

He wants to paint me in black and white

You want to paint him in black and white

Should we paint everything in black and white?

[Chorus]

• Artist:Zacke
• Album:Renhjärtat