There are no discussions
There are no exchanges
And you made no efforts to understand
Only reproaches on how we behave in society
You're not even ineterested in what I've made of my day
From time to time
And interest appears,
But it quickly falls into a common place
From one's car to the other job,
It quickly falls into a common place.
Even if you work hard,
You live in your own cosmos,
And you make no efforts to understand
You live in a place where everything is drawn so right.
And when somebody goes astray,
You can't figure it out.
From time to time
And interest appears,
But it quickly falls into a common place
From one's car to the other job,
It quickly falls into a common place.
And each tiny glance becomes tears
Tired and sick,
That's how we feel,
Leave us, leave us, leave us now,
Sooner or later we'll share the same wine.
[The same wine,
The same wine.]