| The singer pulls me | |
| up into a cyclone-eye -- | |
| of bitter comfort. | |
| De zanger trekt me | Der Sänger zieht mich |
| omhoog, in een orkaan-oog -- | empor, in einen Zyklon -- |
| van bittere troost. | bitteren Trostes. |
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