Good morning 1983
Where are your children?
I came back to you
Only for a short time, not forever
1983, show me your fingers
And ask for your print
1983, where are your voices?
Where are your exceptions, your mongoloids?
Where are your poets, your doubts, your maggots?
What did it cost to live better and better?
Please sing to me a folk song
Please sing to me a folk song
Please sing to me a folk song
Even if it that doesn't exist anymore
I have oily hands and oil in my belly
Walls painted white, dust painted white
My eyes are made of glass and I see sharper every time
Gas streams out of my mouth and I get warmer every time
I scratch my blanket/ceiling for the weather, I want to be cold
I lie down in the cellar with the extinct animals
I lie down in the fridge, there's still some ice/ice crem there
Then I call your name
It's my Little bit of truth.
If then the rain comes anyway
And all your success was for nothing
And all your stuff flies away
Yes, then listen well x2
Then I'll sing to you a folk song
Then I'll sing to you a folk song
Then I'll sing to you a folk song
Because it`s everything I have
Come, please sing to me a folk song
Come please sing to me a folk song
Come please sing to me a folk song
Because it's everything I have
1983
Everything has to disappear
Everything has to die
It`s never too late to be born again