More songs by Josefine Neumann
Description
A real whirlwind of female power, fierce and unbending, in which fire and pain are intertwined with despair and determination. It’s easy to imagine how these lines echo in the dark corners of the mind, reminding us that not all heroines end up on a pedestal, and not everyone dreams of winning. There is wisdom here, but it is bitter, and there seems to be no attempt to hide it. Like a conversation with women whom life has burned, but not broken. They are still standing, despite the pain and promises that were never kept. The song can be read like a spell, as a reminder that you should not underestimate anyone - neither women, nor time itself. And despite all the harshness, behind this story lies a deep belief in inevitable justice.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Women, they’re pretty, belt buckle
Seems they are not as they seem for you
Treat them as if they are empty
Tight knuckled fist will not shine in the
History
Judith stayed true to her window
Holding her head high
She laughed at him in spite
Delusions of kingdoms you hold
Them as if you were no more than infantile
Children
This is the ring that you gave me
And these are your promises
Seventh month, death to relieve you of
Consciousness strong
She is suffering
Still she's convicted to see you with
Nothing but your sick affliction
Susanna bathed in her reflection
Pushing the way all the boys out to play
It's not nothing, they know not discretion
Hold fast to her anger despite what they'll call her
And women went hell to the fire
Blow red hot like calls when you dig for their bones
And you know her for all of your violence
Ignore all the glory played out like a horror ring
This is the ring that you gave me
And these are your promises
Seventh month, death to relieve you of consciousness
So she's suffering still
She's convicted
Leader maidens to battle to seek
Those who prey on the weak and the ones
Who are selfish and cowards
Put them to their knees and bow