Текст песни
In the winter evenings
Solitude devours my nerves in large painful bites
An endless dismay deep in the eyes,
A sordid hunger leads my furious sadness
My arms beside my body,
like a turned off merry go round
Dreams are too precious to be dreamt again,
Everything becomes forbidden, the crime of living
Makes me eternally convicted,
While the pornography of the common pride abuses us
We are the naked men
Mute carnages hidden in every face
Nothing changes in thirty years
But the awareness that this sensation is no longer a menace
But a bitter truth to face with
There are no real victories,
In our past as in our future
Our empty hands desperately try
To hang on a so far womb,
To hang on a likewise loser
We toss our bodies against each other
Like in a car crash
And we call it love, and we call it life,
When it' only compulsion
Compulsion