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Introduction in English:

Germany in the 1960s was still very much influenced by the Nazi stink. Violence and black pedagogy still prevailed in families. Beatings and spankings were part of the natural educational repertoire of parents. 
Unfortunately, my father and mother also joined this then socially accepted community of thugs.   
In this often ominous and latently threatening time, Doris Day was for me the ideal projection screen for a world full of harmony, clarity and lightness. 
Since my parents basically loved me (they themselves had been traumatized by terrible experiences of violence in Nazi Germany and, due to a lack of suitable trauma therapies at the time, unconsciously went from being victims to perpetrators when beating us children), they took my childhood crushes on Doris Day seriously and at some point gave in to my urging to write her a (fictitious) letter from Germany.... 
As an adult, I distanced myself from my childhood crush on Doris Day for a long time, since critical film analyses tended to portray her as a representative of superficial, shallow and pseudo-harmonic acting and song art. 
Then I saw her again a good ten years ago at the „Berlinale“ in a documentary with Rock Hudson and his HIV infection at the beginning of 1985. Nobody wanted to get Hudson, whose HIV infection was diagnosed in Moscow, out of there and bring him back to the U.S. by plane. Most were afraid of becoming infected themselves. 
Not so Doris Day. She, along with several other actors, organized the flight back. And when Rock Hudson, who was already seriously ill with AIDS, stepped out of the plane after landing in the U.S., she demonstratively stood next to him and put her arm around him. Even today, tears come to my eyes when I think of this unique gesture of solidarity and loyalty. 
Since that magical moment in a Berlin movie theater, Doris Day has become immortal to me. 
And I can only say: I was not at all mistaken in my early love for her....

Lyrics in English

My Blond Angel

When I was a little boy 
Just a meter high 
I fell in love with your blond hair 
That always smelled like cinnamon stars to me

I'd watch TV in the afternoon and then I'd see you 
As you came on the screen
You were pure harmony, clinically pure, high polish
You exuded carefree elegance

No one believed I could fall in love like that
Little boys are supposedly not ready for that yet

But I suffered, I pined, I was sick with love
My blond angel from the faraway land

My parents told me she lives far away from here
In the great wide U.S.A.
Her name is Doris Day and she'd already have
A husband to take care of her

But I wouldn't give up
I cried and cried until my parents realized
They found out her residence and address
And after my continued insistence,

I dictated a love letter to them both
My father translated it for her

He threw it in for me, I was still too little for that
My blond angel from the faraway land

When I sat in front of the screen the following weeks
She looked at me differently
She looked quite in love, my letter seduced her
Since then I was her little husband

For a long time I was ashamed of this love
But recently I saw her
More magical than ever
For me she remains a shining light
I love her

Mein Blonder Engel (My Blond Angel)

Music, mixing and mastering : Christian Levitan
Lyrics and vocals : Lukowig

"Murmures dans le noir" (Whispers in the dark)

Un vœu de surdité
Dans l'obscurité
Les murs n'ont pas que des oreilles et
Leurs voix traversent mon oreiller
Les larmes se déversent
Ta voix ne me berce
Les jours d'averses
Seul ton souffle caresse
Ma nuque froide et tendue
Sensation inattendue.

Reviennent en pleine face
Des impressions qui s'effacent :
Ta séduisante allure
Ta luisante chevelure.
S’égrènent en surface
Des peines qui me glacent
Des plaies à vif suppurantes
Des peurs pétrifiantes.
Sont-ce des sons de l'intérieur
Ces sons pleurants ou rieurs ?

Tes murmures dans le noir :
Obscurs sons illusoires
Une brûlure sans bassinoire
Une torture du soir.
M'enlacent tes murmures
Dans le noir
Tes lèvres me susurrent
Tard le soir
De suaves "je t'aime"
Perforant les murs
De mon cœur couard.

Tes murmures dans le noir :
Obscurs sons illusoires
Une brûlure sans bassinoire
Une torture du soir.
M'agacent tes murmures
Dans le noir
Tes lèvres me susurrent
Tard le soir
De suaves "je t'aime"
Éventrant les murs
De mon cœur couard

Un vœu de surdité
Dans l'obscurité...

Murmures Dans Le Noir (Whispers in the dark)

Murmures Dans Le Noir (Whispers in the dark) [Levitan and Lukowig]

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