The 3rd And The Mortal - The City lyrics

I am an effort mirror A not too discontented citizen Of a metropolis Obviously modern Because every known taste Has been aborted in the furnishings And in the outsides of the houses As well as in the layout of the city, of the city Here you will not discover the least sign of any monument of superstition In short, morals and speech are reduced to the simplest expression These millions of people who have no need of knowing one another Conduct their education, their trade and their old age in such similarity That the duration of their lives must be several times shorter than According to some insane statistics Is the case with people on the continent From my window, from my window From my window I see new ghosts rolling through thick, everlasting, cold smoke Our shadow in the woods, our summer night New humanities...., new humanities...., new humanities.... In front of my cottage, which is my country and my heart Since everything here resembles it, d**h without tears Our active daughter and our servant Our desperate love, our desperate love, our desperate love And the pretty, pretty cry Cry in the mud of this street d**h without tears, d**h without tears d**h without tears, d**h without tears The entire universe is now open to us!