The hours are passing here
Without anything piercing the boredom
As the flowing time tries
To murder us
On the knees under the moon
Or when the sun's beating down
How do the nerves re-tighten
(Nerves) of the revolutionaries ?
And as the illusions collapse
I could cry my heart out
Let's wait only the evening
No one can see us
Learn to sleep
Slide slowly
Without thinking
But don't ask how
Oh, your soul is tired
Alas it has seen too much over
The same things and the same people
And always like before
Here somewhere in France
Waiting for the term
Some feel no pride
Nor shame to be born
Learn to sleep
Slide slowly
Without thinking
But don't ask how