Old world, so shining
Your scent is like (a) rusty dream in my mind
All your sweet abundance
Is now a repulsive lie to my life
I want to rest, to feel the taste of peace
I want to see beyond appearances
The blade of my brain is ready to believe
There's the need of something else
I'll try to break the silly things
(The) morbid brain of a saint without a soul to know
I'll try to taste (the) earthly goods
And the pain of a friend, with my animal sense
It's my new religion
Or if you want our new world, new time
So (the) revolution can start
Simply, in the respect of human things