That is the translation of the song title, 'Du Hast Mich Toll Gemacht'.
With her sweep of citrus-colored hair, chopped and blunt, her elongated talons encircled with jewels, she is a picture of cruelty and decadence, fully capable of driving a man to madness. Her eyes are occidental, yet oriental, their edges smeared with black kohl. Almond-like and extended, they are deadly optical curves, predicting tragedy, seduction and pity. The green shadow, vaulting above like cathedrals, was extracted from the emerald mines of the Ural Mountains, India and Columbia. Crushed and smeared beneath her suffering brows, it is thick and rich, like honey.
She epitomizes Germany between the wars: a country of brutal art, cultural savagery, mutilated veterans, prostitutes staring from open windows. All of the danger, confusion, sex, brilliance and hunger from that time have collected in her face.
It is a map of exquisite perils, a poisonous topography. It yields, it dares – with colors that are passionate and feral; with a beauty that can make you crazy.