I figured That is what which was about when I actually listened to your music. That individual stanza you've referenced, is the act of ejaculating on somebody's [her] confront: "Wenn sie aus den Fäusten bricht / Legt sich heiß auf das Gesicht". Missing with no direction, "Now I'm up in the air Together with the rain in my hair, Nowhere to go,

I remember stumbling on this song at a buddy’s property, where a group of us sat huddled alongside one another, looking at Stay performances of Rammstein. Whether or not interpreted pretty much or metaphorically, “Sonne” serves as being a reminder for all of us for being cautious of the ability we surrender ourselves to. This tune wasn'