german.
It's gorgeous like the thunderstorm above us,
It's noise around with its inevitable magic.
I'd say this metaphor to get explained:
It's like a waterflow, when one considers omnipresence.
It flows like water - you can't really catch it
besides some drops on lips or wetted skin.
It's like a swimming pool that full of either tears or acid,
but doesn't make us stronger thing that doesn't kill?
so jump, my friend, jump into pool, jump onto lion -
it's gonna treat you as a prey when you're not brave,
so keep your fears and memories so deeply hidden
that you could laugh along although they laugh at you.

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ps
"some drops on lips or tired fingers"
вот это особенно эротишно