Our cradles stood on the rubbles Our relatives all surrounded us With teeth disguising false smirk We looked when they smiled upon us
We enjoyed the brawl Peeked in the movie theaters how it was done We were daydreaming among store windows And prosperity watched us from above
Later the circles of smoke We puffed them round nicely together Someone started and we jumped over In a line, being light-headed
The motherly hands are frail From the storm no one can shelter Scattered around from motherly hands Our claws rip into life's flesh
You can cry when we embrace you You shall not even feel the taste of our words We were your sons at departure Different ones who shall return
From the wine we can not drink With our mouth we would shatter your glass You who gave birth with suffering You shall no longer recognize usTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
