I strike myself a wound
that decorates my body
Sprinkle it softly with salt
to make it more beautiful
I let myself bleed
Open the skin very gently
Enjoy the kiss of the blade
that makes me a man
I hang myself up on thin wire
I have questioned myself
I cause myself sorrow, such sorrow
I cause myself sorrow, such sorrow
I'm not afraid of the bogeyman
because I can do such harm to myself
I must
I must hurt myself again
I cause myself sorrow, such sorrow
I must hurt myself again
because the pain heals me
I love my scars
in their complete splendor
A lovely souvenir
I've made myself
I bite my tongue
and suffer without sound
I draw the old knife
Yet once more across the skin
But if I see myself in a mirror
it does my little heart such woe
There is still a place on my skin
I will again do that which I dread
I must
I must hurt myself again
I cause myself sorrow, such sorrow
I must hurt myself again
because only the pain remains
I must
I must hurt myself again
I do myself such grief
I must
I must hurt myself again
I do myself a hurt*
I must hurt myself again
because only the pain remains
there are slight differences in phrasing in these lines which change emphasis and I've tried a bit to recreate that, but I am afraid my version is more awkward. Es tut mir leid. This song, I think, loses a lot of double meanings in translation...
my English translation:
I strike myself a wound that decorates my body Sprinkle it softly with salt to make it more beautiful I let myself bleed Open the skin very gently Enjoy the kiss of the blade that makes me a man I hang myself up on thin wire I have questioned myself I cause myself sorrow, such sorrow I cause myself sorrow, such sorrow I'm not afraid of the bogeyman because I can do such harm to myself I must I must hurt myself again I cause myself sorrow, such sorrow I must hurt myself again because the pain heals me I love my scars in their complete splendor A lovely souvenir I've made myself I bite my tongue and suffer without sound I draw the old knife Yet once more across the skin But if I see myself in a mirror it does my little heart such woe There is still a place on my skin I will again do that which I dread I must I must hurt myself again I cause myself sorrow, such sorrow I must hurt myself again because only the pain remains I must I must hurt myself again I do myself such grief I must I must hurt myself again I do myself a hurt* I must hurt myself again because only the pain remains