“Something better than d**h We can find anywhere” We are cannon fodder A plastic bag on a shore Flowing back and forth In a polluted sh** of dawn Ein, zwai, the leaders order the men to gloriously die Ein, zwai, the leaders order their men to uselessly die With the weight of a ton in your heart, sick, we're living our lives In a new epidemic of sorrow, everything is all right Ein, zwai, the victims fall to the mincer of amnesia One by one, the victims leaving a helmet of nostalgia A repeating sequence Shadows in black and white Unending chronicles of époques lost in time And then a window hollow A Freudian scene An oceanic square with all my demons in uproar Ein, zwai, the victims fall to the Winter of amnesia One by one, the victims losing their faith in God as they die Are those a village lights or are they stars? Are those the lights you brought me when I was beaten, fallen and drunk? Are those the sparkles of your eyes? Are these the borders of my time?