Novembre - The White Eyed lyrics

Naive blind eyes Childish white eyes The good child of evil The mother came to her daughter Giving her a bit of herself A bit of her madness A bit of her blackness How many were we in the beginning And how many left? How many of us are still dying in you? And now the sun: Again. Oh sun! Give us dust Starvation Give us sweat Tears But kneeling, genuflected We silently pray to you To free her from her black mother Seagulls eat the eyes of the people Seagulls eat the eyes of the dead sailors You have taught us You have eaten my eyes mum