Dalai Lama - Rammstein
Interesting Fact:
The album is based on the crash of Japan
Airlines Flight 123 on the evening of
August 12, 1985. Twelve minutes into
its flight, the Boeing 747 suffered an explosive decompression
due to failure of its rear pressure bulkhead, caused by a faulty repair years
earlier. The explosion tore off most of the aircraft's vertical stabilizer and ruptured all four of the hydraulic systems, causing the loss of all flight control surfaces and rendering the aircraft uncontrollable. The pilots
fought to keep the aircraft aloft for nearly 32 minutes, but eventually became trapped in the towering mountain ranges surrounding Mt.Fuji and crashed, killing 520 out of the 524 passengers and crew on board. As of 2011 it remains the deadliest single aircraft disaster in history. Some pressings of the album contain a recording of the last 30 seconds of the
flight as an easter egg hidden in the pregap. The length of the album is the same length of how long the flight lasted.
The album is based on the crash of Japan
Airlines Flight 123 on the evening of
August 12, 1985. Twelve minutes into
its flight, the Boeing 747 suffered an explosive decompression
due to failure of its rear pressure bulkhead, caused by a faulty repair years
earlier. The explosion tore off most of the aircraft's vertical stabilizer and ruptured all four of the hydraulic systems, causing the loss of all flight control surfaces and rendering the aircraft uncontrollable. The pilots
fought to keep the aircraft aloft for nearly 32 minutes, but eventually became trapped in the towering mountain ranges surrounding Mt.Fuji and crashed, killing 520 out of the 524 passengers and crew on board. As of 2011 it remains the deadliest single aircraft disaster in history. Some pressings of the album contain a recording of the last 30 seconds of the
flight as an easter egg hidden in the pregap. The length of the album is the same length of how long the flight lasted.
English prose translation
An airplane lies in the evening wind
On board is also a man with
his child
They sit safe, they sit warm
And thus go into sleep's
snare
In three hours they'll be there
For mommy's
birthday
Visibility is good
The ski is clear
On and on towards
disaster
We have to live until we die
Man does not belong in the air
So
the Lord in heaven calls
His sons in the wind
Bring me this
creature
The child has lost track of time
Then an echo jumps into his
ears
A dull roar thunders through the night*
And the cloud god
laughs
Shakes the human cargo awake
On and on towards disaster
We
have to live until we die
And the child speaks to his father
Don't you
hear the thunder
That is the king of all the winds
He wants to make me his
child
Out of the clouds drops a chorus
It creeps into his tiny
ear
Out of the clouds drops a chorus
It creeps into his tiny
ear
Come here, stay here
We're good to you
Come here, stay
here
We're your brothers
The storm embraces the aircraft
The cabin
pressure drops rapidly
A dull roar thunders through the night*
In panic
the human cargo screams
On and on towards disaster
We have to live
until we die
And the child pleads with God
Heaven take back the
wind
Bring us safely back to earth
Out of the clouds drops a
chorus
It creeps into his tiny ear
Out of the clouds drops a chorus
It
creeps into his tiny ear
Come here, stay here
We're good to
you
Come here, stay here
We're your brothers
The father now holds
the child tightly
Presses him very close
Doesn't notice his (child's)
breathing difficulty
But fear knows no mercy
So the father with his
arms
Squeezes the soul out of the child
This (soul) sits on the wind and
sings:
Come here, stay here
We're good to you
Come here, stay
here
We're your brothers
Come here, stay here
We're good to
you
Come here, stay here
We're your brothers
*The German verb grollen can mean both "to rumble, to thunder" and "to
be filled with wrath" against someone.
An airplane lies in the evening wind
On board is also a man with
his child
They sit safe, they sit warm
And thus go into sleep's
snare
In three hours they'll be there
For mommy's
birthday
Visibility is good
The ski is clear
On and on towards
disaster
We have to live until we die
Man does not belong in the air
So
the Lord in heaven calls
His sons in the wind
Bring me this
creature
The child has lost track of time
Then an echo jumps into his
ears
A dull roar thunders through the night*
And the cloud god
laughs
Shakes the human cargo awake
On and on towards disaster
We
have to live until we die
And the child speaks to his father
Don't you
hear the thunder
That is the king of all the winds
He wants to make me his
child
Out of the clouds drops a chorus
It creeps into his tiny
ear
Out of the clouds drops a chorus
It creeps into his tiny
ear
Come here, stay here
We're good to you
Come here, stay
here
We're your brothers
The storm embraces the aircraft
The cabin
pressure drops rapidly
A dull roar thunders through the night*
In panic
the human cargo screams
On and on towards disaster
We have to live
until we die
And the child pleads with God
Heaven take back the
wind
Bring us safely back to earth
Out of the clouds drops a
chorus
It creeps into his tiny ear
Out of the clouds drops a chorus
It
creeps into his tiny ear
Come here, stay here
We're good to
you
Come here, stay here
We're your brothers
The father now holds
the child tightly
Presses him very close
Doesn't notice his (child's)
breathing difficulty
But fear knows no mercy
So the father with his
arms
Squeezes the soul out of the child
This (soul) sits on the wind and
sings:
Come here, stay here
We're good to you
Come here, stay
here
We're your brothers
Come here, stay here
We're good to
you
Come here, stay here
We're your brothers
*The German verb grollen can mean both "to rumble, to thunder" and "to
be filled with wrath" against someone.