Are we burried with these riches?
Does the time handle us with silken gloves?
We can't talk to anyone, ask from justice anywhere,
Who will be stoned as the devil?
Every now and then hold my shoulder
In those moments I prayed would never come
Blow billets of comfort to my broken ear
Talk the language of hearts in the mute days.
In the land of liars a liar is the king
In the land of self-deception everyone is the ruler
What if we sneak on the side of the winners
before they get through with their renovations
What if we order every magazine, join every union
Curtain fall, please, the music has ended.
Sing to me with the everchanging voice of the wind
Carry me in your arms when everything else falls.
Whisper me the move that I can use to win the powerlessness
Comfort me in the void with your nothingness.
In the land of liars a liar is the king
In the land of self-deception everyone is the ruler