The time again goes by
But there's no spring in Anhedonia
The weather again weeps
But there's no spring in Anhedonia
And though the lights are soft
And the cinema is here
There's nothing to do
At night nothing goes on
Nothing but the train
An angel flies in Paris
And a boy is born almost in Anhedonia
Is so far from here
Because she only lives in Anhedonia
She made a blood pact
In spite of me
I don't have to pack suitcases
I feel/have nothing
Nothing else in me
I don't have to go back
There's blood on the street, street
There's no need to live like this
Because before your mother
Long before the pain
The love changes your blood
And though the night is so soft
And the weather happy
I don't have to pack suitcases
I don't feel anything