Still
Hurt Lyrics


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Eine Musik so schön und blau wie ihre Augen
Voller Schmerz in seinem Glauben
Kam von diesem kleinen Zimmer
Sein Ein und Alles, seine Flucht vor der Realität

Er spielte und hörte zu
Und Verstand kam besser von seiner Hand
Seine Gefühle in drei Minuten
Gab ihr Einsicht in sein Leben

In seinem Leben brauchte er nur zwei Sachen
Sie und sein Gitarre
Aber dazu war er nicht stark genug um zu tragen
Ein Fluss voller Freuden und Klagen
Dann verlass Sie das Zimmer des Lebens und er war allein

Er rufte nach ihr
Seine Stimme schallte in dem leeren Zimmer
Und er war allein
Nur er und seine Gitarre ohne Saiten

Und die Musik war still…

Seine Gedanken waren so froh wenn er spielte
So schön und bunt
Nichts in der Welt konnte ihn erregen
Er war perfekt wie die anderen

Die Musik war ein Ausweg, eine Medizin für seine Krankheit
Er hatte alles unter Kontrolle, alles war in Ordnung
Tag ein, tag aus, dankte er Gott für seine Hände
Die Musik war sein Verstand

Er spielte lauter und lauter
Aber Zeit war nicht auf seiner Seite
Kaum konnte er seine Finger merken, aber er konnte sie fühlen
Es wurde sehr leise

Und die Musik war still…


Still (my translation)
A music as beautiful and blue as her eyes
Full of pain in his beliefs
Came from this small room
That meant the world to him, being his escape from reality

He played and listened
His mind spoke better through his hands
His feelings in three minutes
Gave her insight to his life

In his life he needed two things only
Her and his guitar
But that he wasn't strong enough to carry
A river of joy and grief
Then she left the room of life and he was alone

He cried for her
His voice echoed in that empty room
And he was alone
Just him and his guitar without strings

And the music was silent...

His thoughts were so bright when he played
So pretty and colorful
Nothing in the world could provoke him
He was perfect as anyone else

Music was his resort, a medicine for his disease
He had everything under control, everything was fine
Day in, day out he thanked God for his hands
Music was his sanity

He played louder and louder
But time wasn't on his side
He could hardly sense his fingers, but he could feel them
It got very quiet





And the music was silent...

Overall Meaning

The Hurt song "Still" tells the story of a musician who finds solace in his music and his love, but ultimately loses both. The lyrics indicate that the artist's music is fueled by his love for someone special, but that person leaves him behind. The musician's grief leaves him feeling empty and alone, and he hides within his music. Through his guitar, he communicates his thoughts and feelings to the world, but as he plays harder and harder, time begins to slip away from him. The song ends on a melancholy note as the music fades into silence.


The song's themes of loss, grief, and escape are typical of Hurt's style, which often focuses on the darker aspects of life. However, the lyrics also suggest that despite the sadness, there is hope to be found through music. For the musician in the song, his guitar is an extension of himself, and he is able to find comfort in its sound even though the music itself grows silent.


Overall, "Still" is a powerful song about what happens when love and music fail us, and how we can find meaning and purpose even in our darkest moments.


Line by Line Meaning

A music as beautiful and blue as her eyes
Describing the beauty of the music and its association with the person he loves


Full of pain in his beliefs
The music reflects the pain he feels from his beliefs


Came from this small room
The music is associated with a small, personal space that is important to him


That meant the world to him, being his escape from reality
The music and the space around it are a way for him to escape reality and its hardships


He played and listened
He creates and listens to the music as a means of expression


His mind spoke better through his hands
He finds it easier to communicate his thoughts and emotions through playing music, rather than speaking


His feelings in three minutes
The music he creates is a reflection of his emotions in a short space of time


Gave her insight to his life
Through the music, he hopes to give his loved one a glimpse into his life and how he feels


In his life he needed two things only
The two things he truly needed in life were his loved one and his guitar


Her and his guitar
His loved one and his guitar are the most important things in his life


But that he wasn't strong enough to carry
However, he realizes that he cannot bear the weight of both his loved one and his guitar


A river of joy and grief
His loved one represents a mix of emotions, both joy and grief, that he cannot handle


Then she left the room of life and he was alone
After his loved one leaves him, he is left alone in the 'room of life', without her or his guitar


He cried for her
He is devastated by the loss of his loved one


His voice echoed in that empty room
His cries went unheard in the empty room, emphasizing his loneliness


And he was alone
He is truly alone without his loved one or music


Just him and his guitar without strings
He is left with an instrument, but without strings it is useless, emphasizing his emptiness


And the music was silent...
Without his loved one or music, everything is silent and meaningless to him


His thoughts were so bright when he played
When he plays music, his thoughts are clearer and more positive


So pretty and colorful
The music is beautiful and has a positive impact on him


Nothing in the world could provoke him
When he is playing music, he is at peace and nothing external could upset him


He was perfect as anyone else
He feels a sense of belonging and acceptance when he is playing music


Music was his resort, a medicine for his disease
Music is a solution for him to cope with his hardships and mental struggles


He had everything under control, everything was fine
Through music, he feels a sense of control over his life and everything is alright


Day in, day out he thanked God for his hands
He is grateful for his ability to make music every day


Music was his sanity
Music is crucial for his mental well-being and a way to maintain his sanity


He played louder and louder
He tries to hold onto music and his sanity by playing louder


But time wasn't on his side
Regardless of his efforts, time is running out for him


He could hardly sense his fingers, but he could feel them
He is losing his physical sense, but still feels the music deeply


It got very quiet
Everything around him becomes more silent as he loses touch with his senses and music


And the music was silent...
Finally, he loses touch with music and everything is completely silent and meaningless




Contributed by Nathaniel R. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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