Every night the air covers itself with blood

and on awakening everything returns as before

The icy wind is following our existence

and we talk about strange dreams


Something is coming here

but nobody knows what war is

and nobody fights

From up there it looks like a movement of small coloured pies

and it would be funny is somebody realizes it

but to be merciful with idiots is wrong

and the truth lies hidden behind a few leafs


I look through a window your steps carrying you away

invincible, disenchanted steps


Every night the air covers itself with blood

and on awakening everything returns as before